Man, I'm so effin' close.
But if I've learned anything living around here,
it's when people don't want to be bothered,
they don't want to be bothered.
And The Law is that 12 ga, shotgun behind the kitchen door.
I think, maybe park the bike and just hike the 2 hundred yards to the peak and get the shot.
Maybe hit the horn, or yell hello.
But then scenes of the movie "Deliverance" dance thru my head.
No, there's been a few close calls already today,
no need to push it. Tomorrow is another day,
it's getting late, a 3 hour ride is already going on 6 hours.
I pack it in, blast out of that dead end fireroad and head back to pavement.