As Jack Frost refused to relinquish his grip, I got a later than usual start this day. Headed north on WV 20 just across the Nicholas County line and then picked up Snow Hill Road. Brought back a memory of my last trip on a KLR in late winter…let me just say that this road came by its name honestly.
Me and Lil’ Red then worked our way through the mountains to Old Nicholas Road, stopping occasionally to snap pictures of scenic vistas, beautiful ridge top farms, livestock and antique tractors. I was hard on the binders to get stopped for a snapshot of a just dropped, still wobbly Black Angus calf when I looked ahead 50 yards down the road to their barn and there…well there…stood a HUMONGOUS Rottweiler, no doubt named Billy T Badazz. He was already in full attack pose, so I opted for full throttle 3rd gear acceleration straight at him instead. He never even flinched. I swerved hard left at the last second to zip past him and luckily his play fell short. I swear I felt Lil’ Red give a sigh of relief! It is for certain, that’s one secure baby moo cow.
I’ll shut up now (yes, you can sigh in relief too) and let my video do the talkin’.