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<blockquote data-quote="tonybolton" data-source="post: 681817" data-attributes="member: 3432"><p>I'm not a fan of taking backroads that I don't know of.....or know 100% where it comes out/ends. There's alota ****ed up people out there and probably most of we'll never know. I'm not much of an explorer anyways.</p><p></p><p>I have found myself venturing out more but it's mostly on motorcycle runs or car club runs. I figure my odds of getting my ass kicked / pounded / robbed / shot / never heard from again are a lot better with a "herd" lol</p><p></p><p>Last creepy encounter I can think of was back when I was 13 or 14 I guess. My dad and I were riding dirtbikes at Tellico. We went up Lower 2 and on to upper 2. After the hard spot on Upper 2 there was a closed off trail that my dad wanted to explore. We drove over the big dirt mound and around the big ditch at the front blocking it off and were having fun on a pretty cool trail. We got about 10 minutes back in there and ran into a 7 "Uncle Jesse" lookin dudes on horseback....all with guns, multiple guns, copper tubing, jugs, jars and other tools and supplies. Really loaded down.</p><p></p><p>I was polite and shut my bike off and coasted up to them(they were on the trail) and dad did the same. My squeaky suburban sheltered voice said, "Hey guys how are you doing!?(like I was gonna sell them girl scout cookies or some ****)" I got no response. Dad said "Sorry fellas, we'll be on our way...." He was interrupted by one of the guys and he said, "Is that one'a them Yammy-hawz?" My dad said, "No, it's a Kawasaki" upon which he was yelled at "SAME GAWD DAMN THANG!!!". Dad looked at me and said "GO!". </p><p></p><p>I found out later from my mom just how scared my Dad was. Not for himself, but for me and what COULD have happened to us. Looking back now that I'm old, I completely understand.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="tonybolton, post: 681817, member: 3432"] I'm not a fan of taking backroads that I don't know of.....or know 100% where it comes out/ends. There's alota ****ed up people out there and probably most of we'll never know. I'm not much of an explorer anyways. I have found myself venturing out more but it's mostly on motorcycle runs or car club runs. I figure my odds of getting my ass kicked / pounded / robbed / shot / never heard from again are a lot better with a "herd" lol Last creepy encounter I can think of was back when I was 13 or 14 I guess. My dad and I were riding dirtbikes at Tellico. We went up Lower 2 and on to upper 2. After the hard spot on Upper 2 there was a closed off trail that my dad wanted to explore. We drove over the big dirt mound and around the big ditch at the front blocking it off and were having fun on a pretty cool trail. We got about 10 minutes back in there and ran into a 7 "Uncle Jesse" lookin dudes on horseback....all with guns, multiple guns, copper tubing, jugs, jars and other tools and supplies. Really loaded down. I was polite and shut my bike off and coasted up to them(they were on the trail) and dad did the same. My squeaky suburban sheltered voice said, "Hey guys how are you doing!?(like I was gonna sell them girl scout cookies or some ****)" I got no response. Dad said "Sorry fellas, we'll be on our way...." He was interrupted by one of the guys and he said, "Is that one'a them Yammy-hawz?" My dad said, "No, it's a Kawasaki" upon which he was yelled at "SAME GAWD DAMN THANG!!!". Dad looked at me and said "GO!". I found out later from my mom just how scared my Dad was. Not for himself, but for me and what COULD have happened to us. Looking back now that I'm old, I completely understand. [/QUOTE]
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