religion

went riding this morning- long ride. met up with a couple of martin's friends and a couple of other guys he doesn't know. 7 guys total, including martin. i hadn't ever ridden the route we took- wasn't familiar with the roads or the other riders. but i just blended in and off we went through the canyons in formation. right off i figured two of the guys were lesser riders than me, which is comforting. a couple of the guys were very fast and the others tried to keep up. we rode for 6 hours with a couple of stops- gas, coffee and restrooms. about halfway through i was behind this guy, rick and his bmw, and he just blew a turn. keep in mind we're doing 60 in 30 mph turns and twisties all the way. he was lucky. it could have been a drop off or a rock wall but it was a dirt wall. a big cloud of dust went up as his front end hit and then the right side and i had to stop in a corner from 60mph with about 20 feet between us. shit. i couldn't tell if the bike was going to go sprawling across the road or what. somehow he held on to it and both he and the bike rebounded into the road in front of me and accross both lanes. in front of me because i had brought it down to about 10mph in a matter of feet, backend fishtailing. he was lucky. i was lucky.