The Motor City Machine Guns (Chris Sabin and Alex Shelley) bring you into their world as they let you in on a recent camping trip and adventures riding first class.
Well, the camping trip is finally in the bag, myself, Brian Kendrick, my older brother Dan, and our other pal Jim all conquered Olympic National Park...well, I guess the most we could in 4 days and 5 nights.
We arrived Saturday morning in Seattle and after trying to rent a car we reserved from a company that is impossible to get in touch with (Yea, you Fox Rental Company in Seattle) and having to rent from a different company, we made a quick stop at REI to rent and buy some much needed supplies, then off to the park we went!
Night 1- We arrived at the Hoh Rainforest ranger station around 6pm. With only a little daylight left we hastily packed our gear and started hiking on the first trail to find a good spot to set up camp. We decided on a very nice plateau in which we had to cross a river via giant fallen trees just to get to. It was quite a difficult task with 50 extra lbs of gear.
Day 2 - The morning started with a little early fishing. I caught three trout that first morning, but I threw them back. This was my chance to put my money where my mouth was and actually sustain myself with a self caught fish, but I just didn't have the heart to kill the poor animals. After some sight seeing around the camping area and a little energy bar breakfast, we packed up and set off along the trail. We traveled about four more miles and found a nice giant island where the Hoh river split off. As we walked around the sandy, rocky terrain we found a nice patch of sand that was definitely the most ideal sleeping spot. The only drawback- it was about 10 feet from a nice pile of bear poop. We set up camp anyway then set off to do a little exploring, and found pretty much in every direction bear feces. A little farther and we found what looked to be very fresh bear tracks on some
wet dirt. We all agreed to not pack up and stay here for the night.
Next week.... Part 2!
Today, I flew home to Detroit from Orlando. I've flown more than 99.999999 percent of people on the planet. I actually made that up, but I bet it's pretty close to being true. Due to all this immense travel, all of which was for pro wrestling, I've received a certain level of status with Delta Airlines: the coveted Platinum Medallion Member, ooooooooooh.
Basically, I get upgraded to first class on every Delta flight I'm on. I can also upgrade other people I'm traveling with, and hangout in the lounge between flights. It's pretty sweet. I figure, it evens out considering how much business I've created for them and the fact that I've had to spend numerous flights to Japan next to stinky people. Smells don't bother me that much, and I'm mentally strong enough to kind of ignore such nuances, however, when the flight is 13 hours and you're trapped in the window seat next to someone with body odor, it's pretty frustrating. I mean, what do you do? Complain? Odds are they don't have deodorant with them, even though after one long flight to Tokyo, I realized I need to carry toiletries with me at all times. That's neither here nor there.
Much like the new immigration law, I am also a victim of stereotypes. I don't like shorts really. So what I do is cut off Dickies work pants into longer shorts or capris. It's durable, if not a bit warm, and to put it bluntly, economic. I wear Dickies a lot in the winter and fall because they're invincible, so why not turn them into shorts once a year? Or two?
This gives me a disheveled look in the summer. Between that, the old band t shirts, studded belts, and funky looking Nikes, I can see how one would think I MAY not be your typical first class passenger. Still, don't question me about it. If I'm standing in the line for it, then treat me as such, you stupid, balding, coke bottled goggled dimwit. I assure you that I've seen more things than you ever will, and I can read well enough to stand in the proper line if the sign is literally a foot in front of me. One ought not to judge people on their appearance. That's the lesson here.
I feel better. Thanks.