trail wrote:
eb wrote:
RangerGress wrote:
On the other hand, seeing a couple heavy divisions trundle down a parade route would be so f**king cool. The average American has never, nor will ever, see such an amazing site. 1000 armored vehicles, and several times that in wheeled vehicles in each division. It'd be way cool.
I'd love to see that, too! Where I live, I regularly get to see Army convoys heading for training areas. Unfortunately there aren't too many tanks in the convoys, and when there are, they're on lowboys. That's just not the same, I'd much rather hear them turning diesel into noise!
It's fun to use Camp Pendleton for bike training. Have to occasionally stop for AAV and M1 crossings.
Being on the East Coast now, I don't often hear of Camp Pendleton anymore. And certainly not in the context of cycling.
In '83, in Camp Pendleton, I broke my back in a cycling crash. Not to go into the whole story, but once I regained consciousness, I found that I was in the middle of nowhere. I decided, in my somewhat addled state, that my only hope of succor lay in reaching a distant light. So I left the bike lane along I-5 and started crawling thru the bushes towards "the light". Dragging my bike, of course. Getting over a cyclone fence, 100m into the bush proved a trial, but not giving up, there deep in the bushes, seemed important if I was going to get found by someone other than archeologists. Eventually I got to a road, flagged down a car by crawling right into it's path in the darkness, and a fellow Marine took me to the base hospital. Took me and my bike, that is. That Benotto and I were tight.
In a month I was on a bike again, and in a couple months I was running.
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