Semi-Wild Hogs

Every year my good friend Bruce and I try to get away for a "Wild Hog Week" (see the movie if you haven't). We pack our bikes with tents and sleeping bags, some tasteless shirts, and a bag of munchies that would be forbidden on any healthy diet.

It was ironic that we had chosen this 9-11 week as we did the same about six years ago. We had camped on the Blue Ridge Parkway and rode into a small town diner for breakfast. A group of old guys were huddled around a radio and one of the said, "Hey boys- America is under attack". We looked at each other and said, yeah-right. We soon realized the terrible news was true.

I consider myself so fortunate to have Bruce as a friend and especially as a cycle companion. He is easy going, funny, and has one quality that I especially admire-No Mind Barriers. Raining hard-not a problem-we'll ride slower; lost-lets follow this road-it's bound to go somewhere- and the beat foes on. Bruce says that there is no such thing as bad weather- only bad gear. My only complaint about Bruce is the same one he has for me-loud snoring. We always pitch our tents quite a few decibels away from each other.

Saturday morning we headed for Happy Valley and the Penn State-Notre Dame Game. It was a beautiful day- our tailgate party was super and PSU won.