The peace officers memorial. I went there with my platoon.
On the way there at around 10:00 or so we went pass the chevron on georgia. I almost cried. I saw what? 12-15 bikes, probably on the way to whistler.
Damn it, I thought, wtf am I going to do this thing for?
So we where listening to some dedications, to some native people blessing us, and some other random crap. Its hot, in the glare of the sun, the girls standing at attention start falling one by one, I begin to drift away. I close my eyes and start visualizing myself riding my bike on my favorite roads(cypress, whistler, gold river) and picturing what it would be like to do laguna. I am actually enjoying myself...
When suddently I get shacken up. Open my eyes to find the warrent in front of me. He broke rank to check up on me. Apparently I had my eyes closed and I was wavering, he was affraid I was going to pass out...
Now how do I explain that I got a little too involved in my visualization and actually started to "lean" in the corners?
Anyways, how was the ride to whistler?