It is my first . Lower boulder outcrop on Drycreek was the culprit.
It is over, I heard the sound scratching away.......somehow that sound killed all the little birds and bees flying around in my stomach.....that sound also made it's way into my lower colon then right back up to my voice box releasing a nasty one word. That one filthy word is always stored for occasions such as these.
That word is so powerful it is best used with head back, pointing towards the sky. I felt pain in my hands and forearms from muscles locking my hands into vice like death grips ......I was exhausted.
Who knew a simple bike scratch sound could trigger such a physical response.
Results 1 to 2 of 2
Thread: First cut , 1.5 " long, deep .