Nicole: We WERE headed to Auburn, but then this happened. First breakdown. Brett: "All I was doin' was ridin' it." Nicole: Yeah.
Nicole: Breakdown #2. 10 minutes later. Brett: All set and ready to hit all the skate parks between here and Auburn. Nicole:…dragging my 500lb. roller skates in tow too.
Brett: Temperatures are rising…. Nicole: Sexy beasts.
Nicole: Breakdown #3. So sick of this shit.
Brett: At this point, we decided to ditch her bike on Mountain View Road, and head to Boonville for sandwiches and beer. Nicole: At this point, it's 100 degrees…. Brett: Black was such a bad choice.
Nicole: …so we headed to the local Anderson valley Brewery. Brett: …for ice cold beer and air conditioning. Nicole: And cell phone reception.
Brett: We get back to her bike and it starts! ….and then dies. Nicole: Breakdown #4…where I began singing "You Are the Wind Beneath My Wings" which did NOT help. Brett: The bike started again in about 10-20 minutes later, and made it another 5 miles. (No photographic evidence). Nicole: And then I coasted down to the bottom of the valley, and let it stay there. Hopped on Brett's skateboard setup and gave my ass a beating over the remaining 10 miles back to Manchester for help.
Brett: Begin RESCUE MISSION. Nicole: Jackson saves the day again.
Brett: Arrived back at the scene and… Nicole: Thar she Blows! Fuckin bike.
Nicole: How metaphorical. Brett: Yeah. Like the light on the hope of our saviour and the dark on that which shadows and taints our dreams. Nicole: Well put, Brett.
Brett: Made it back, but the bike went a little askew. Kind of a bumpy road.
Brett: Now let's drink a bunch of these beers and…Nicole: ride SAFELY home after they've been diluted into our circulatory system.