Trikes and Trains

Thisll be quick.
Started by cruising through some property in Veneta. Got our poison oak quota and got out. Then to Eugene. tried to hook up with our long lost friend Kristen but no such luck. We even showed up at her work (thank you tara) but she must have known we were coming. So we did what anybody else would do in the same situation and stripped down and swam in the Willamette River. Changing in the park I was spotted naked by a family young coed and her family. This is the point in the trip where I have started to feel like a transient, and ive come to terms with it. Back to the bar. We made a bartender friend. She fed us and told us of a place across town where we could race tricycles. We were out the door before she had a chance to close our tab.
At McShanes we enlisted in the race for a chance to win 25 big ones. Obviously I was elminated in the first heat in a massive 3 trike pile up. Kevin won his heat but sadly had a blowout coming around turn 3 in the semifinals. Wasnt our night. Great time that night. And it ended like any good night at a bar ends... camping behind it.
First we were relocated by a Harley dealership owner's security force. Heard some stories seeking revenge for other things so we kindly obliged. Luckily there was a prime abandonded warehouse with a great gravel for sleeping. As Im falling asleep Kevin has to tell me there is a giant rat trying to eat my croc (they're organic). I sleep.

Thats it.

In the morning we ask where the nearest Holiday Inn Express at the gas station is and make our way to the first of many free continental breakfasts.

P.S. Anybody needing to rent a house in Santa Rosa, Regan from McShanes would love to meet you.