Friday, March 04, 2011

Called Up



I'm not saying it was Bike Church, but I was the only acolyte on the ride who hasn't been on the last 200 Bike Church rides, so at the least it was Bike Wednesday Night Prayer Group Supper. Those guys were kind, taking moments to explain the scripture as we paged our way through the forest and back. Battling nerves cost me a third of the peanut butter, avocado, and asiago sandwich I counted on to see me through the event. In spite of myself though, I began to relax and enjoy myself. Upon entering the forest the weirdest thing happened. Bill turned towards me and the whites of his eyes had turned a full deeply cervine brown. I then realized all three of these guys had experienced this same transformation. I caught a glimpse of Larry far up the trail and as he bounded over a log I saw a flash of white.

When we exited the forest they all appeared normal, but when I looked back I saw in the sand my single tread and three sets of hoof prints. Bill offered no explanation, casually spitting the husks of acorns as we paused a moment before returning to the woods and home.

Juancho

5 comments:

BIG JIM said...

The big leagues huh? I keep waiting for the call.

juancho said...

I take exception to that doubt in your voice. Maybe you should charge your phone. I'm sure they called you too.

lopo said...

I sure like your image of those guys (?) in the forest! That says it all. ;)

Ms. Moon said...

Sounds extremely intense. Be careful out there with that company you keep.

juancho said...

It's ok. They're herbivores.