Well, we all had the invite and if you missed it.... you missed a great time. I will take my hat off to Erik for a great party - talk about a spread! the food, beverage, fun and fellowship was unmatched. Then Neil found the electric guitar - oh my. The distortion was high and the already crazy Neil turned into a weird cross between Dylan and VanHalen - it was hard to tell when that line was crossed. The Loons were represented by Erik, Jay, Neil, Diamond Dallas Dave and me. The rest were friends and family of Erik. It was a real blast.
I kept wondering about the ride home - that's right, Jay , Neil and I rode to Eriks house and by the time of 10:30, I decided to embark through the park to get home. This was a bit spooky. I was given a light to use but found it best to ride without. The fog was at eye level the entire time and all I could think about was the movie American Werewolf in London.
If you have seen it, you would know my hair was on edge. To top it off, I was passing lifetime fitness and then down into the fog and I heard something running along side me in the grass. I have never sprinted that fast in unsafe conditions. I spook easy. Then like a knife, this howling rang through the night air from both sides of the trail - I about wet myself. I did not know that there were some form of wild dog in the park. I am not making this up. I turned on the light to see a pair of eyes running with me on the trail. I did not want to stop to pet it. I found that I was going a bit too fast after that as my computer said 25 mph and my heart rate must have been around 500 bpm. I came cruzin into the Hayden lake road parking lot and almost nailed the gate on the trail and an old couple out for a night stroll. There were screams and swear words yelled as I rode on. Getting home never felt so good.
Thanks Erik for the great time - we must return the favor.
ac
