Head up towards Woodfin and hit Taqueria Fast.I get to drive to asheville to pay a ticket because according to the website my citation is not in the system.
"Requires extensive renovation or tear down"
I can’t really be tempted at all, but I do occasionally look for spots back in NY which is how I found it. That place was death 15 years ago"Requires extensive renovation or tear down"
I'd be a little tempted if it were still located near a bike park.
no mention of the shooting range.I can’t really be tempted at all, but I do occasionally look for spots back in NY which is how I found it. That place was death 15 years ago
i wonder if it still smells like weed and PBRI can’t really be tempted at all, but I do occasionally look for spots back in NY which is how I found it. That place was death 15 years ago
I hope you’re bringing you bike and have time for a ride. Temps are beautiful this morning. I will go ride my bike.I get to drive to asheville to pay a ticket because according to the website my citation is not in the system.
I called upon the stately manor with Derek and Chan one of our Platty trips. I didn't touch anything.I was aware of it, but never set foot in it on all my Platty trips.
RIP Platty DH.
edit: Haha my avatar is from my first trip there on a borrowed, way too small M1
I assume that's why they are calling it a teardown.i wonder if it still smells like weed and PBR
oh no judging by the pictures the damage from the chimney fire was never repaired.I assume that's why they are calling it a teardown.
Isn’t caffeine a controlled substance in Mormon land ?Salt lake, need to find coffee
don't talk about @Sandwich that way.i wonder if it still smells like weed and PBR
i could never get Sandy Andy to partake in the wacky tobacky with me.don't talk about @Sandwich that way.
i sorta miss the riding, but not the bushwhacking that was required half the time.I miss riding Plattekill. It made me the god damn sexual tyrannosaurus I am today.
Ooo look, a trail, let's see where it goes.i sorta miss the riding, but not the bushwhacking that was required half the time.
the best trails were the ones you couldn't see, you needed to know someone that had been riding there forever, since the trail entrances would get overgrown but then the rest of the trail was better. except for the down trees.Ooo look, a trail, let's see where it goes.
You have a cloaca and hemipenes?I miss riding Plattekill. It made me the god damn sexual tyrannosaurus I am today.
This weekend I have to go off trail because the swamp (WETLANDS, ahem) filled up from the cane then I got lost and had to crash through a half mile of scrub. Thank goodness it's not spring and the ticks aren't bad.i sorta miss the riding, but not the bushwhacking that was required half the time.