EWolfe

I worked for ENA for 2 years, BFD Go post on Cascade Bikers or sumpin'

Wirlwind and I were coming back from Squamish yesterday and were third or fourth on the scene of a really bad accient - the weak of stomach should stop reading here. About 10 miles north of the truck customs, a mediums sized sedan and a semi had a head-on collision. One or the other had crossed the center line, the car coming down one of those rolling hills, and the truck climbing up. It was no contest. As we approached, we saw the semi jack-knifed blocking all four lanes, and the car was absolutely crumpled. and on the side of the road. We pulled up to see if we could do anything to help, and what we saw has had me in shock for 12 hours, and badly shaken, running over and over again in my mind. The car had hit the front left side of the semi (probably at a high speed) and then took out the bumper, front part of the truck, then went under the semi and took out the front left wheel and the axle. There was just a gaping hole where all that should be. I looked over at the car, and saw the trucker and another person trying to drag the driver of the car out of the wreckage. Oh, God! His left arm was torn off just below the elbow, and he was ashen white. It appeared that his legs were pinned in the car, cuz they just kept pulling. The look on the drivers face will haunt me for a long time - it was slack-jawed, staring vacantly with huge pupils into no-where. My first thought was: "he's not long for this world." One of the people moving the driver justified their actions by shouting: We have to get him out, that is diesel running down the road!" I thought numbly, "diesel won't explode, it' hardly burns", but I was going into shock by then. I knew we were early on the scene when I looked over at the fuel running down the road and the trail was only 30 feet long, even though it was fast. Everyone was running around shouting directions, all in shock. There were no medical or fire professionals on site, yet. Having no training in this stuff, I turned to wirlwind and said: "let's get out of here.", and we left. On our way out we saw a firetruck coming our way. I feel bad about not doing anything, but I was totally at a loss. Remember, folks, we are all driving deadly weapons around, so, be careful out there.

..is your strong suit ?

are you from tacoma? that is because page tops are fucking retarded... its like a dick measuring contest... gee! wonder why you do page tops instead Now you missed a quote -you are off your game, Fence... I am starting to worry

Hey this is my thread - I own this shit , Home Skillets! You got a problem with that?

I also put up a bunch of mediocre ones at the campground in Squamish - stuff you only do if you are drunk and headlamp bouldering the best fun!!!

Yeah, that is a problem - but only for Kurt!

I'm not just flamin' ya!

The cover will not be disclosed, per request. We all got some new routes, Iaiaiaian

Dude! Lay off the after-work martinis; Du will always be with us - Fern is leaving.

I put up a new one at Larrabee Park What's yours STFU, Dwayner (in advance)

...at Smith?

Because I would get road rage if I didn't (whoops! I already do ) amend: Because I would RAM stupid road idiots (with my car, assholes) if I didn't

You don't have the muscle to ride a bike fast, the stamina to ride it for long, or the cojones to ride it in traffic. This e-traffic can lick my cajones

You are so right, how could I have forgotten my true self - thanks for the reminder:

...and maaaannnnnyyyyy mooooorrrreee!!

Chop a tree bumblebee

Spice girl?

Some dumbass in a van was doing 60 in the fast lane on the freeway today next to a trucker (forever ) in the 70 zone, with no traffic ahead, and 8 cars piled up behind him (I was 2nd) Pulled up next to him after 10 minutes of braking whe he finally moved right), flipped the old cigar smoking geriatric a bird

Missed a , fence. Guns are compensatory measures for small penises: the bigger the gun, the smaller the penis. "good old boys" still promote slavery in the south: good to keep in mind

Fuck off , you punk ass bitch - I don't need you or your stupid list

Falcon Press.

When I was working in West Virginia, a fellow woodworker-type told me this one (true, by all accounts): A few years back (early '90's), an old church in Europe suffered some damage from a wind storm, including damage to a 150-year-old copper roof on the building. Since it was an old roof anyway, the church decided to take bids for replacing, rather than repairing the roof. So the ad went out. Five or six bids came back for this large job. There were many considerations that indicated an expensive replacement: steep pitched roof, high elevation roof on uneven ground requiring extensive scaffolding work, and the sheer weight and labor of replacing a large church roof. Materials would be provided by the church, so the bids were labor and disposal of the old roof only. The bids came back and they were all pretty close: $130,000; $150,000, and a low bid of $110,000. A few days passed by as they checked out the companies, and reviewed bids - then they got a call from a fellow in Texas who only asked when the original roof was put on. They told him it was 150 years old, and he said: "I will do this job for free if you let me have the old roof". The church officials told him that removal was part of the job bid, and the Texan said again: "I'll do the job for free". Needless to say, they were reluctant to believe that a foreigner was going to fly in and do the job for nothing, but upon checking the credentials of this individual were convinced that the work would not only be top-notch, but done in a timely fashion. The superintendant for the church was particularly curious about this Texan, and how he could afford to do this job gratis . The offer was accepted, the team of 10 flew in, tore out and replaced the roof in short time, impressing all with the quality and speed of their work, and finally started packing up the old copper into crates to be shipped back to the states. The superintendant got an idea, but it still didn't make sense, so he approached the Texan and asked him: " I can see you are shipping the copper back home, but how does that help you recoup your labor and travel for this job" The Texan responded as they packed the last of the copper into the trucks: "150 years ago, they hadn't figured out how to smelt gold out of copper - I estimated that there is at least $700,000 of gold in this copper to be smelted out. Goodbye"