Tuesday, December 12, 2006
Thanksgiving Ride At Charlie's Place (part 2)
In this post I will share some pictures taken around the campfire. This is part 2 of the club's most recent ride, which took place a few weeks ago over Thanksgiving Weekend. We were out at Charlie's Place. Even though the thing that many of us like to do the most is ride our motorcycles / sandrails / quads / whatever toys we have; another favorite pastime is hanging out at night around the campfire visiting with friends and having a good time.
I think it's only proper to begin this post with a picture of The D.O.M. club King and Queen - Dan and Leslie:
I think it's only proper to begin this post with a picture of The D.O.M. club King and Queen - Dan and Leslie:
Pictured here are Steve and Patty:
And here are Cindy and Diana: I don't remember what Cindy was pouring from that bottle, but we were taking shots of some kind of booze.
Here we have Ron, Matt and . . . . I'm not sure, I'm so sorry, I'm terrible with names. If someone reads this and knows who's pictured in the blue sweatshirt - please let me know. My apologies again.
Here's King Dan again, this time with two of his subjects - Kenny and Butch:
Here's a picture of me and Laura: Some of those pictured above probably thought we weren't going to come out of our warm trailer and hang out in the cold, but we made it. We just had to make sure Nina was asleep first. You know, a little quality family time first.
Let me explain why I’m spinning a Hula Hoop around my neck in the picture below. No, it’s not the effects of consuming alcohol. I’m actually doing a better job of spinning this Hula Hoop around my neck because of the alcohol. You see, earlier in the day we participated in something called a poker run. This is an event where the riders go from one stop to the next and pick up a poker card. After all five cards are picked up, the person with the best hand wins. The person with the worst hand also wins, but less than the best hand person.
This poker run was a lot of fun. And to make it even more fun, the riders had to perform a trick at four of the five stops in order to earn their card. Here is what we had to do: blow up a balloon until it popped, hit a paddle ball 12 times in a row (you know – a rubber ball attached to a wooden paddle with a rubber band), throw bean bags into a coffee cup, and you guessed it, spin a Hula Hoop around your waist (or your neck) five times in a row.
I don’t know about anyone else, but I had a heck of a time spinning that Hula Hoop during the poker run while I was sober. But I had no problem spinning that same Hula Hoop after I had a few. So here I am at the camp fire spinning that hoop ‘round and ‘round:
We'll see you for round 3 of this series in a few days. Thanks for stopping by.
Let me explain why I’m spinning a Hula Hoop around my neck in the picture below. No, it’s not the effects of consuming alcohol. I’m actually doing a better job of spinning this Hula Hoop around my neck because of the alcohol. You see, earlier in the day we participated in something called a poker run. This is an event where the riders go from one stop to the next and pick up a poker card. After all five cards are picked up, the person with the best hand wins. The person with the worst hand also wins, but less than the best hand person.
This poker run was a lot of fun. And to make it even more fun, the riders had to perform a trick at four of the five stops in order to earn their card. Here is what we had to do: blow up a balloon until it popped, hit a paddle ball 12 times in a row (you know – a rubber ball attached to a wooden paddle with a rubber band), throw bean bags into a coffee cup, and you guessed it, spin a Hula Hoop around your waist (or your neck) five times in a row.
I don’t know about anyone else, but I had a heck of a time spinning that Hula Hoop during the poker run while I was sober. But I had no problem spinning that same Hula Hoop after I had a few. So here I am at the camp fire spinning that hoop ‘round and ‘round:
We'll see you for round 3 of this series in a few days. Thanks for stopping by.
Sunday, December 03, 2006
Thanksgiving Ride At Charlie's Place (part 1)
My apologies to the DOMers and any of the other readers whom I promised a post would be done in a few days. We returned one week ago today and I thought I would be posting pictures of the Thanksgiving ride shortly thereafter. Well, work gets the way of my life sometimes, and life is what happens to you when you’re busy making other plans.
Anyway, here’s post # 1 summarizing this year’s Thanksgiving D.O.M. ride to Charlie’s Place. We were originally planning on leaving Wed. 11-22. Both Laura and I took this as a vacation day. However, Nina didn’t want to miss out on the Thanksgiving feast at her school, and Brady had something special going on at his school too. Besides, I don’t like pulling the kids out of school for recreation purposes. Yeah, I know, I’m no fun.
So we left Thursday morning at 7:30 a.m. Only a half-hour off of our target, and that’s not bad given our track record. I thought we would beat the traffic, but things slowed down on the 15 just past the 210. Once we passed the construction zone at the bottom of the Cajon Pass everything moved along much better. This was the first trip pulling the trailer with our new truck. Wow, what a difference! I think we were going 55 mph up the pass instead of 35 mph, and I made it all the way to Charlie’s Place on just over a half a tank.
Once at the top of the pass, not far beyond where the 395 splits from the 15, we heard a loud pop! There went another trailer tire. This was the 4th blowout we’ve had. What a pain in the ass. Luckily for us we were on a flat open portion of road with a large shoulder. Here’s a picture of the tire after I removed it:
This rest of the trip (and the whole weekend for that matter) was much better. We had great weather – no wind, warm daytime temperatures, and no rain. Warm to me means I was able to wear a shirt without a jacket or a sweatshirt during most of the day. Obviously it was cold in the morning and colder at night. I got to ride a lot too, although Laura and I only took one ride together by ourselves. The other rides I went on were with different small groups. Here I am right after returning from Randsburg on Fri. afternoon:
Here’s Brady (on Laura’s quad) with his friend Joey. I think this picture was taken before we left for Randsburg, as Joey is suited up. Joey rode their quad to Randsburg, and Joey’s sister Amanda rode their quad back from Randsburg.
Here’s Brady again, and this time Nina is pictured. She doesn’t ride yet, and I need to do something about that. Well at least she’s got some riding clothes.
Here I am again right after returning from a ride with some of the guys. This time we went across Trona Rd. to the trail that loops around like a race track. It would make a great scrambles course. We finished up our run at the top of a hill that overlooks our camp. That’s when one of the guys noticed my tire was flat. (I thought I was done with flat tires the day before). Anyway, I made it back. See how happy I look:
More pictures on my next post. DOMers – if you want to leave a comment, click on the link below that says Dirty Old coMments. You don’t need an account; you can sign in as anonymous then type your name in the comment box after your comment.
Anyway, here’s post # 1 summarizing this year’s Thanksgiving D.O.M. ride to Charlie’s Place. We were originally planning on leaving Wed. 11-22. Both Laura and I took this as a vacation day. However, Nina didn’t want to miss out on the Thanksgiving feast at her school, and Brady had something special going on at his school too. Besides, I don’t like pulling the kids out of school for recreation purposes. Yeah, I know, I’m no fun.
So we left Thursday morning at 7:30 a.m. Only a half-hour off of our target, and that’s not bad given our track record. I thought we would beat the traffic, but things slowed down on the 15 just past the 210. Once we passed the construction zone at the bottom of the Cajon Pass everything moved along much better. This was the first trip pulling the trailer with our new truck. Wow, what a difference! I think we were going 55 mph up the pass instead of 35 mph, and I made it all the way to Charlie’s Place on just over a half a tank.
Once at the top of the pass, not far beyond where the 395 splits from the 15, we heard a loud pop! There went another trailer tire. This was the 4th blowout we’ve had. What a pain in the ass. Luckily for us we were on a flat open portion of road with a large shoulder. Here’s a picture of the tire after I removed it:
This rest of the trip (and the whole weekend for that matter) was much better. We had great weather – no wind, warm daytime temperatures, and no rain. Warm to me means I was able to wear a shirt without a jacket or a sweatshirt during most of the day. Obviously it was cold in the morning and colder at night. I got to ride a lot too, although Laura and I only took one ride together by ourselves. The other rides I went on were with different small groups. Here I am right after returning from Randsburg on Fri. afternoon:
Here’s Brady (on Laura’s quad) with his friend Joey. I think this picture was taken before we left for Randsburg, as Joey is suited up. Joey rode their quad to Randsburg, and Joey’s sister Amanda rode their quad back from Randsburg.
Here’s Brady again, and this time Nina is pictured. She doesn’t ride yet, and I need to do something about that. Well at least she’s got some riding clothes.
Here I am again right after returning from a ride with some of the guys. This time we went across Trona Rd. to the trail that loops around like a race track. It would make a great scrambles course. We finished up our run at the top of a hill that overlooks our camp. That’s when one of the guys noticed my tire was flat. (I thought I was done with flat tires the day before). Anyway, I made it back. See how happy I look:
More pictures on my next post. DOMers – if you want to leave a comment, click on the link below that says Dirty Old coMments. You don’t need an account; you can sign in as anonymous then type your name in the comment box after your comment.
