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snousleHad a wonderful party with about 26 guys in attendance. The weather could NOT have been better - half an inch of rain on Thursday followed by warmth and sunshine all weekend. Everything went very smoothly but boy oh boy am I sore. Lots of lifting and moving stuff. I think that what kills me is carrying the odd box from the house to camp instead of putting it on a trailer. Only a few hundred feet, but the temptation is always to carry more than I should.
Had several new guests this year which was very nice. The ride went OK but as I expected, nobody from the motorcycle shop deigned to join us. In fact, they weren't even there. Snubbed, or unlucky? Hard to tell.
I was quite disappointed that, once again, the ranch abalone dive was also this weekend. Not entirely a coincidence - we are both after the full moon, us for light, them for the tides. I've always wanted to go myself but have never been able to make it. Normally it's a tough sport, and it's the way young men in this county demonstrate their masculinity. As it happens, it was an extraordinary day for ab diving, and I hear even little old grannies were limiting out just picking them from the rocks. But the ranch crew got NOTHING, because they partied all night and SLEPT IN, thus missing the tide. This is something you get to do only a few times a year, so this is a case of truly epic lameness. The older guys that organized the whole thing are reportedly livid. Me, if I were there, I'd have blasted those fuckers out of their tents with an air horn. I cant imagine even being able sleep in the first place, much less sleep late when it's abalone day.
If I could point out one thing that explains why I hang with crusty old bikers and not young guys, that would be it. Even with all their aches and pains, they GET OUT OF FUCKING BED in the morning. Apathy at that level just drives me insane, and up with it I cannot put.
Driving some friends back to SF today, then it will be time to get some work done...
Had several new guests this year which was very nice. The ride went OK but as I expected, nobody from the motorcycle shop deigned to join us. In fact, they weren't even there. Snubbed, or unlucky? Hard to tell.
I was quite disappointed that, once again, the ranch abalone dive was also this weekend. Not entirely a coincidence - we are both after the full moon, us for light, them for the tides. I've always wanted to go myself but have never been able to make it. Normally it's a tough sport, and it's the way young men in this county demonstrate their masculinity. As it happens, it was an extraordinary day for ab diving, and I hear even little old grannies were limiting out just picking them from the rocks. But the ranch crew got NOTHING, because they partied all night and SLEPT IN, thus missing the tide. This is something you get to do only a few times a year, so this is a case of truly epic lameness. The older guys that organized the whole thing are reportedly livid. Me, if I were there, I'd have blasted those fuckers out of their tents with an air horn. I cant imagine even being able sleep in the first place, much less sleep late when it's abalone day.
If I could point out one thing that explains why I hang with crusty old bikers and not young guys, that would be it. Even with all their aches and pains, they GET OUT OF FUCKING BED in the morning. Apathy at that level just drives me insane, and up with it I cannot put.
Driving some friends back to SF today, then it will be time to get some work done...
