Pretty freaky deaky Mike. And how the hell could you get a bike up Mingus Mountain. Was it one of those dreaded electric bikes? Were you on the Lance Armstrong enhancement program? Hey, send me 50 bucks and I will make you a Priest in the Church of Biscuitology. They worship the Pillsbury Boy, since he rose for them. Just kidding it's free. Actually keep up with your fiction, it is less strange than reality these days. Or maybe a cookbook on edible (kill it yourself) road kill. But warn us if your going to eat the boy.