On a small island off the coast of Vancouver we decided to ignore the Keep Out signs, climb the fence and scoot around the burnt out truck road block. We then rode right into the camp of some drug dealers cooking up a brew of something or other.
The Dudes were not very happy...."You went around the signs? And over the fence?" "Uh yes sir we did"
The sight of five sh*t scarred guys wearing lycra ammused them enough to let us go.
Keep Out signs really freak me out.
(Note I usually make this story last about and hour)
The Dudes were not very happy...."You went around the signs? And over the fence?" "Uh yes sir we did"
The sight of five sh*t scarred guys wearing lycra ammused them enough to let us go.
Keep Out signs really freak me out.
(Note I usually make this story last about and hour)