Alright, here’s the lowdown on “Redneck Full Run.” Picture me out on Redneck Trail, yep, that’s its actual name, just a stone’s throw from the local gun range. Nothing like a peaceful jog accompanied by the occasional BANG! Keeps the heart rate up, you know? Fuck them!
So, I’m riding along, trying to avoid the branches and questionable plant life, when I decide it’s time for a solo concert. Just me, the trail, and whatever random tune pops into my head. (I’m sure the coyotes appreciated the free show.) Then I hit this stretch absolutely infested with mullan weed—like, if weeds could hold hands and sing “Kumbaya,” this was the spot.
Anyway, I pick up speed, dodging the mullan jungle like I’m in some weird nature-themed action movie, half expecting one of those weeds to start chasing me. Just your average high-speed, sing-along nature run, gunshots and all.
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