radius

With so many big egos in durango, there's a critical balance of power that goes on behind the scenes, unknown to all but the most savvy.

In an attempt to keep the spirits and mother earth satiated, the orbiting egos must maintain a careful distance respective to each other...luckily, Dr. Frank knew the score and left just as I arrived in Dgo...and promptly landed as I left the county's borders.

Tom and I originally planned to ride the Gulch before I left, but then I was reminded of the destruction that follows when great powers cross wavelengths: witness the absolute ruin the trees and vegetation sustained by the simple presence of Wells and myself on the trails within hours of each other...there's hardly a live plant in sight.

If Deez, Wells, and myself had been there at the same time, I doubt anything would have survived beyond ants and the roots of the most durable shrubs.

I'm trying here, people, but the orbiting presence of the super powers is a careful and delicate balance to achieve...yet to fail would mean the end of civilization as we know it...and everywhere I go, I encounter close call after close call, despite each individual's best efforts.

Take this:

After narrowly avoiding nuclear fallout from the three of us intersecting in the Gulch, a stop at Bread was in order (since riding solo and averting disaster works up such a famished feeling)...a quick stop in the lou for a slash and I randomly glanced up at a poster on the wall...when a creepy pair of eyes stared back at me and I'm pretty sure glanced down for a moment.

Pervert. That's just sick. Rob - put that poster somewhere else, even the Capt'n (who's ego and resume keeps us all a bit mellow) caught me off guard in the poster, and I almost took him out on Monday b/c he was rocking out on the iPod to whatever it is the 50+ crowd listens to on the trails.

Man, its just not safe in Durango any longer.