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Old Phart (Gordon) and I kept the Sunday breaky-at-Bruce's tradition going on May 9. After gobbling up the grits at Bruces we headed out for a days ride up east Stave. Something happened on this ride that I can only describe as one of the wierdest occurances of my life. If it hadn't happened to me personally I'd never have believed it possible, but it did happen and I brought back photographic proof as you will see.
It all started routinely enough with a ride out to the de-commisioned bridge. There was a little snow on the ground but none on the road, the weather was beautiful and the riding conditions as good as you'll ever find, nothing to forwarn us of the horror that was to occur later in the day.
Here's Gordon sitting on his bike at the de-commissioned bridge on the south side of Terepocki Creek.
We continued on to the north side of Terepocki and climbed high to the end of the trail. from this vantage point we could see the south side trail we had previously ridden, and the continuation of the trail past the decommed bridge.
We left this area and wound our way to a high rocky bluff a mile or two south of Kenyon Lake. So far so good, here's Gordon standing happily behind his bike.
But then it started to get weird. I noticed a strange looking craft in the sky that just could not be from this planet. Ohmigod, an alien UFO!!!!!! Standing on a large rock I pointed it out to Gordon.
But the aliens were on to me! Knowing they had been discovered they nailed me with a tractor beam and started to draw me up to their craft. All I can say is that when you find your self suddenly floating upward it causes a great deal of concern. Luckily Gordon was able to prove this actually happened by snapping a photo of it. You can tell by my expression that this is no joke!
But I kept a cool head and recalled a facial grimace from an old Maori hakka that was taught to me by a member of the New Zealand all-blacks when I played rugby against a team of All-Blacks old boys many years ago. This expression is said to strike fear into every living thing in the universe, so I thought if the All-Blacks use it, it's gotta work and I gave it a try. I instantly dropped back to the ground and the aliens headed for parts unknown. Thank you All-Blacks.
Gordon watched them flee in terror and gave them a stern warning not to return if they know what's good for them.
And that concluded our ride. We headed back with no further incidents and were happy knowing that we'd saved the world from alien destruction.
John
. The BMW rider was Alan.
