Eastor Sunday

We were going to go Golfing with the boys, But Rob couldn't find his purse, and his wife whipped him into shape and jerked his but into Sunday Mass. We missed him, but we altered our plans. I called up my good buddy Dennie, and we loaded up two dirtbikes, and headed for the mountains. To me, there is no greater church then standing at the top of the Mountain, and looking over the great View of nature that God had created. I said my thanks, and headed into Gods Country. We rode 23 miles, and hit some fire roads, and some tight trails. Dennie took a picture of me. We headed back to San Diego, about a 50min ride. We washed the bikes, put them away, and showered up to get ready for dinner.
We are having the Breeds up, and the Youngs are coming over.