last nights poker ride was great. mad props to trixie for the excellent stops and the sparklers. a little lost we got at times, but fun was had by all…except maybe when we were being shot at.
…yes, shot at.
we were crossing commanche @ the diversion trail around 11pm. there were about 20 of us, all in the median, heading north. bzzzz…crack, bzzzz…crack. we heard 2 bullets zip past overhead, followed by the muted pops of the muzzle blasts. it sounded like they came from the baseball fields to our se. nobody was hit, although one girl said she peed her pants. fucking sweet. so anyhow, somebody called the cops and away we went, up the diversion trail to the near impossible (for some of us) to find hallenbrick brewery (3817 hawkins ne). after that we headed down osuna to edith and once more got lost only to end up at one of the most epic (i hate that word) chill spot that i’ve seen on these poker rides…down in the rocks off the frontage roads under i-25/40. after watching chris fix a flat by the motel 6 bench, we ended up at the duck pond with karl winning with a pair of aces.