Back!

“Where is Woody” seems to be the theme of many posts and comments on this blog by both of the loyal readers (thanks Al and Fred for you obvious concern). Well he is right here, sitting in front of this fad called a computer for the first time in a month. During his absence, Wood has traveled to Glacier NP, Yellowstone NP, Grand Teton NP, Lake Tahoe and Southern California. While each of these magnificent places will leave a lasting impression in the tiny cranium of Heywood, he only chooses to bore you with the details of the time spent with Moveitfred.

As was mentioned in earlier post, Moveitfred was flying out to California with family in tow to visit Heywood and Company. The plan was for Wood and Fred to explore the roads and trails around Auburn and Lake Tahoe while atop a biciclete. Within a few hours of his arrival to Casa de Wood, the two headed out on the skinny tire bikes for a short 15 mile ride though some of the mountainous covered roads neighboring God’s Country. The blacktop was smooth and steep, temps were ideal, and the traffic was minimal. Not bad for day one in Cali. The days to follow can only get better.

Early next morning the whole family was awake bright and early. “Ready to hit some of the local trails Freddy?” asked Wood.
What Wood heard next was “Blah, blah, blah, my vagina is swollen, blah, blah, hurts too, blah, blah, can’t go for a ride, blah, blah, blah.”

Fred tends to complain about the topography in Long Island as well as the weather. It’s to flat, no good trails, it to humid, etc…. So now he flies across this vast country and finds himself next to some of the most excellent trails ever formed and he pulls the pussy-card out. Al, what have you New Yorkers done to my friend Fred? I want him back.

After camping in Lake Tahoe, the whole gang headed down to Southern California to enjoy the babes, beer and sand.

As long as Jablome has been friends with Fred, Fred has always been very mild tempered and level headed. He has never shown much aggression towards anyone. This was about to change.

Fred and Wood found themselves waiting at a stoplight on PCH with a few other cyclists, two of which were riding those Tri/Fag bikes that Al rides. With an elitist attitude, these two wannabe triathletes looked back at Fred and Wood and scoffed at there meager existence and spectacle of traditional road bikes. When the light turned green, the tri/fag/letes clipped in, put their heads down, and proceeded to ride away from the bicoastal boys as they leisurely clipped in to their pedals. The mere sight of these tri/fags leaving the boys behind must have causes some synapse in Fred’s brain to misfire. With no hesitation, Fred put the HAMMER DOWN! As the boys pulled along side them at 25 mph, the fag’s tongues were hanging out while gasping for air. When the boys started to pass them at 27 mph, the fags were being put in to serious difficulty. And while blowing them away at 29 mph, the fag’s only option was to pull over, tuck their dicks between there legs, and bang their fist on the ground. For whatever reason, Fred unleashed a beast inside that Wood never knew he possessed. Fred had a smile from ear to ear for the rest of the ride.

So yes, this past month has been great with all the vacations. But the best part was just visiting with Fred and Family for a couple of weeks.