Dirty, Mexicans, and The Bridge Part II

Hello there and thank you for reading this. Again you don't have to but apparently you want to this isn't just out in the open, like a post on Facebook for example. 

Screenshot of the video. Yeah, I hear
it adds like 100 pounds.

This is the Mexican family I met.
You might say I crashed it. I say
I was invited. Well, I was. :)

So today I went from a mountain bike ride with my snow bike. I knew it had rained so I knew it would be muddy. When you get really muddy on a mountain bike it's annoying when you have clothing on. So I just wore shorts. I was riding pretty fast and the bridge was coming up. I thought to myself "Let's do this! I'm going to redeem myself." I got up to the bridge and slammed on my brakes. I couldn't do it. I yelled, "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! You fucker!" at the bridge. It did say anything. It didn't feel right. Like I wasn't ready. Or "What if I fell and broke my arm?" I thought. I'd die, in the woods, with a broken arm. I took the other, safe bridge, and kept riding. I think it was okay to play it on the safe side today. I have to go back. I will go back. 

Mmmm. So good. 

Three Milk Cake. The cake is
soaked in milk. Delish.

As I continued on my ride, I recognize trails I hadn't been on in 15 years. It was peaceful and fun. Then I heard this sound. A pounding. Boom! Boom! Boom! Ba boom boom. It was faint but as I rode it got louder. I have to find where this sound is coming from. I was riding all these different trails. At times I was riding straight through the forest. No trails at all. It was getting louder and louder. It started sounding like Bob Marley. Then a mariachi band. When I came to the clearing, I saw that it was a party at a park. A Mexican family of about 20 was having two First Communion celebrations. They saw my bike and started asking me questions about it because the tires were so big. I said "Here. Ride it." They loved it. I told them I work at a bike store. One really big guy wants a bike that will work for him. He weighs 340lbs. I told him I'd figure out what we can do. Then they gave me a really good Mexican beer. And another one. And a third. They were dancing, eating, and singing. One of the men looked familiar when he told me what he does, I knew. It was Juan Curiel, the owner of Taco Burrito, Mexican Restaurant. Then he invited me inside to have some food. Authentic Mexican food. Between the music, the beer, and the food, I actually felt cytolysin next couple. (That last sentence was Siri's problem. Let me try again.) Between the music, the beer, and the food, I actually felt like I was in Mexico. It was delicious. I wish I had another taco right now. I told Juan that I would write about this on my blog and I asked if he do a promotion. He said "Sure." The promo is "Free soda with the purchase of a burrito." Just mention this blog or show it on your smart phone. I was sitting talking and laughing as I watched Juan dance, and his brother came over and said, "You see? The whole family very happy?" Yes, I said. It was heartwarming. 

Finally, as you can see from the photographs, I got dirty today. Now, it doesn't have to mean dirty with dirt or mud. And it doesn't have to mean mean or evil. To me it means just go for it. Do something you've never done before. Try it. You might like it. 

Like, share, and enjoy. Ken