Put on your Gameface.

The Chief is cleansed and has been dreaming clearly beneath the light of the full moon about how someone can urinate from lemon juice than from a case of bood light silos. Heckawee brave think Chief should go back to inspiration. As Heckawee readys for State, they think about base layers, snoring drugs, stadium horns, cowbells, and the chicken marsala at the Olive Garden. Oh, the pageantry. Too bad it's gotta be an out and back. The Mystery Machine will be in a drive thru for beef sandwhiches before the protest period ends.

Molteni's out. Gary's in but pondering the circus of the race he's registered for.

No snow or rain is in the forecast though the temps should be hovering around the freezing mark. So Heckawee wonders whether to build a fire inside the Mystery Machine or if electric ice fishing socks really work. It's eerily quiet. It's serious: The Professor had to share a bottle with the founder, Mullison. Gameface is on.

Night riding, State Cross, & Year-End Awards Pow-wow

Due to the likelihood of cowboy rednecks hunting deer into the night, the thursday night ride is gonna stick to the roads less traveled.

The Mystery Machine is departing for an overnight out and back to the state champ race this weekend. So far Heckawee should be represented in at least 3 categories. The Coach is still confirming he'll be pinning up the western Heckawee for the first time in two seasons. Sprinkle some dust in your peace pipe and the ash on oatmeal for his good luck and healthy result. The state race is the Heckawee Nationals this year and word is that the Chief turned to the Master Cleanse this week--let's hope the spirits protect Nurse Shirley. Washboard Dave has been frying baked cod while Molteni is on strict diet of Mary Lou's biscuits and gravy. Gary is eating glass and tile. Guapo is MIA after chasing the wild horses.


Spare ribs are on the menu for the year-end pow wow... As well as Gigondas. Official date is still TBA. So far there's a short list for Heckawee ROY:

Will:

Kelly:

Sunny and 70 everyday sounds boring.

Your character is built hours from home with no radar to tell you there's no end to the rain in sight, only Speedmax and Mr. Tuffy and two extra tubes protecting you from a bad day, gloves so wet you'll wring them out if you can manage to make it to Jackoff's with a enough time for two bottles and daylight to get home, a Bic lighter in your pocket so drenched you wouldn't be able to spark a fire for days (if you wanted to), and warm faucet water running over your discolored pinkie finger giving you an instant moment of relief. The character is your attitude. The attitude not to whine and cry about being soaked on your day out. The attitude to not try to hurt yourself or your buddies in order to get home a little bit sooner. Really, a sign of good character building is to wait until the ride is over to make fun of your buddy (Molteni) for soiling his bibshorts somewhere while going up Rhine Road. Jesus, dude, that wasn't sand. Take a pill for that.

Have a nice ride.