Crapped my pants today. I was out wandering around the backroad blacktops on my bike this sunny, beautiful Saturday. Nice, no traffic, lane and a half in the country blacktops. Scooting along at a mild 50 mph,cruise controll, up and down lil hills and around nice lil curves. Crested this lil hill and BAM!, turned right into gravel just over the crest. AND, ten feet later, 100 YARDS OF MUD AND TRACTOR RUTS, where the road had gone soft. Hit that baby at speed, crapped my pants and held on! Like riding a snake running from a coyote. YEEE Haaaa!!! Made it to the other side of the mud washout and got the bike totally stopped. Got off the bike and my thighs were sore from the tight cramp I just put them through. No traffic for miles around, heck, if I'd lost it I probably would've laid there for hours without anyone knowing. Cleaned the pile of crap from my pants, got back on and returned back to the blacktop. Another good story to tell around the campfire!
