Well Officer, if you say I'm trespassing then I guess I am

It was a beautiful day on Saturday morning. The rain had cleared and the sun was shining. Me and my biker buddies where off to ride on our favorite trails that we've enjoyed for as long as I can remember. In fact, my dad has even enjoyed those trails since the mid seventies. These are the trails I spoke about in my previous post.

We set out down the side of airport road in the ditch towards Dufferin County Forest. Chris was leading followed by me and then Steve Hart, a fellow believer. Chris and I arrived at the beginning of the trail but Steve Hart was no where to be seen. We became worried that he crashed and was hurt. I turned back to see what happened. As I approached the edge of the road I noticed a police cruiser with the cherries flashing on the side of the road in the direction that we had come from. Now I must say that riding our bikes on the side of the road in not entirely legal, however I live in the sticks so its over looked most of the time.

I couldn't see Steve Hart from where I was so I was still worried the he had crashed. At risk of being fined by the police I headed back down the ditch to make sure Steve was ok. He was fine but unfortunately was in a little dip so I couldn't see him until I was very close. The officer had cut him off so he had to stop. Boo! I could have easily turned around and lost the cop but he already had my friends name so I went down to meet the officer.

To make a long story short, we were both fined for trespassing in the forest. Why trespassing you ask. Well, two years ago they started putting No Motorized Vehicles signs up around the forest. I never understood why. I figured it was because of the people who grow weed in there. But thats not why according to the cop. I must say that the officer was a real good man, ptl. He told us that some horse riders had gotten together and formed a club and decided to get a ban put on all motorized vehicles so they could enjoy the trails all to themselves. And to top it all off, the horse people hired the OPP (didn't think that was possible) to patrol the forest and fine people. Ok now I'm getting pissed.

What kind of selfish people would first of all, claim government property to themselves, and then hire the police to fine people that came on the property. That's just f-ing ignorant. These horses ass people are frikin rich and have thousands of acres of land and could buy more, they just like our trails. Now us off-roaders who generally don't have much money and can't afford land to ride on can't even go to the county forest to have fun.

I have some ideas about how to turn things around. The bottom line is that nobody is gonna kick me off property that I have every right to be on.

Attack of the bees, OH SH@T

I must begin this blog with a warning, it may be a little morbid and I might just swear once or twice. Other that that its ok.

So last week I was trail blazing in the forest that me and my fellow dirt bikers ride in. Last year they logged a section of the forest and blocked portions of the trail with fallen trees and limbs (tree limbs, not the limbs of the loggers). This of course really sucks cause, well, you can't find the trail and then you get frustrated, then you usually get various vegetation wrapped around your neck and face while trying to make a path which leads to further frustration and your blood boils, which then fogs up your goggles and prevents you from seeing that low branch at about face level, and then you get leveled.

So I took it upon myself to clear the trail. It was a lot of work, 8 or so hours worth. So here's the part with the bees. On the first day I was out there, I was re-routing the trail around a fallen tree and only had two small tree's left to remove. I started hacking the second last tree. I suddenly realized that there was a buzzing sound and it was getting louder. Then I felt a sharp pain in my arm that was holding the machete. I looked at my arm, and it was being swarmed by wasp's!!! AAAAAAHHH FRICK!!! and ran like a scalded cat! Now somehow I out ran them, that isn't what normally happens. Trust me, I saw a friend of mine get swarmed. After we stopped laughing at him squirming on the ground a squealing like a pig, we went over and swatted the bees off him.

A Bee Fact : The person being attacked or swarmed is the target of the bees, therefore, you can help a person being swarmed by swiping or scooping, not hitting or smacking, the bees off of the victim and you yourself won't get swarmed as a result. Most of the time anyway.

So I was in the clear now but there were still two tree's in the way. What to do. I guess I tuned to flow or something but I realized that if I out ran the bees once, then I could probably do it again.

Attack Plan: Storm the remaining tree's and hack like crazy at them until buzzing sound is heard, then run like hell!

It actually worked, it just took some time and a lot of running. In the end I only got stung once. Not bad eh? The funniest thing is that the same thing happened the second day, only a different place, and different bees, and I still only got stung once. Good times...

I Subdued A Man

Yes, thats right, I subdued a man, well helped actually.

The sh#t went down on sunday at tacf. I arrived late (as usual) and as I was about to walk into the service, Pastor Steve Long and Jason Schuler were exiting. Jason asked me to help them for a sec. I said "aight" thinking I was being selected again to move some sort of heavy object.

Then Pastor Steve said something about that he had spoke with the police, yes police, and they said that we could use whatever force necessary. This of course got my full attention. I inquired what was going down. Apparently some crazy dude was putting wacked out flyers on everyones car in the parking lot outside the church. We caught the dude red handed, then Pastor Steve yell for him to stop that imediatly while we ran towards him. The dude started fipping out and yelling at the top of his lungs so Pastor Steve grabed him. The dude began to struggle now and continued to yell. Then me and Jason jumped in on the action and held him from flailing around. It was quite the struggle for a three one one situation.

In the end Pastor Steve worked out a deal with the dude that either he would be arrested, or take every single flyer off all of the cars. Dude eventually agree after he ran out of wind and couldn't yell anymore.

So good times at church, I wish I could subdue someone every week now. Pastor Steve Long is the man. Not only is he good negotiating while being yelled at so profusely that spit is flying at him, he is also a crazy intense man for just grabing that dude like that. He's got some steel.

Are There Any Good People Left?

So I went to look at another car, an Audi this time. I figured I try for something a little nicer. But wouldn't you know, another LIAR! This time ever worse, except it was only in Aurora. This guy told me that the car had a few dents and scrathes. I get there and the car is practically smashed. The front and back bumpers are smashed, the tail lights are smashed, even the windshield is smashed. The car was ready for the wreckers. I was so shocked that I just laughed in the guys face, told him the car was %$&#*!, and "good luck selling it", then left. Maybe I've lived a really sheltered life or something but I had no idea that people could be such liars. I guess they need Jesus.

No new car, some people are a-holes

Yip, no new car. I drove all the way to Ottawa (5 plus hours) and it turned out that Randy is a big fat LIAR!! The car was a P.O.S. (piece of you know). I didn't brutally beat Randy's head in although I wanted to. I just...well lets recap the end of the conversation.

"Well Randy, I'm not gonna buy this car" said Steve while thinking that this guy has got to be the most ignorant person he's ever met.
"Oh, well I could lower the price a bit more" Randy replied in a weak voice.
"No, its not worth it, it needs way to much work" Steve said while shaking his head "You sure did paint a good picture of this car over the phone".
"Well I guess that that's problem with these long distance car deals eh" quipped Randy.
Steve thought to himself, almost out loud "No that's the problem with you being such liar" but didn't say it. "Well Randy, I'm gonna head home now, thanks for wasting my time".
"Sorry about that dude" replied Randy trying to sound innocent.
"Sure you are" barked Steve with a lot of sarcasm. Steve walked back to his truck and remembered the tire iron behind his seat and thought of how much damage he could cause to Randy's car, or limbs, but refrained because he remember that Jesus loves Randy to. So Steve forgave the man that had just ruined his weekend.

At least I took the scenic route home, kinda made up for it.

Gettin a New Car, Whoo!

Yippers, gonna go check out a VW in Ottawa and probably buy it. It's old but sweet. Lots of goodies on it like racing seats, better suspension, and its all set up for a sweet sound system and best of all its got a passat engine in it so it's fast like stink. Yeah!

This afternoon I'm gonna go up to Barrie and see if I can get a job a the motorcycle dealership. They deal with street bikes, dirt bikes, ATV's, snowmobiles and those water jet little thingsas well. Might be a sweet place to work. We'll see. Maybe I'll stop in at the tourist info building cause there is a really fine girl that works there, I'll try the flirt and convert thing, haha.