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Mt Baldy Epic Tale of Intrigue and Bodily Misfunction

  Somethings will always bring me back to that Labor Day weekend on Mt Baldy.   The smell of men’s arm pits.   Throwing up orange slices and a hell of a lot of water.    The way my calves cramped up after the race (All I wanted to do was grab that box of …

Who are all these idiots, and why are they on my roads?

     What does Labor Day weekend mean to me? Well obviously it means sharing my glorious mountain roadways for one weekend with the rest of Southern California. And THAT means flipping off a lot of people and possibly running from the cops.    Lets back up a little. I might have a tiny little problem with …