Favorite Willits moment? There are so many...
I'll stick to some that involve the current players on this thread:
--> Frolicking in the Eel river some sunny summer day, hear the train coming. Watch as Hank Sims goes scrambling up the very steep, gravel strewn slope towards the oncoming train. Not an abnormal occurrence, many of us used to try to get close to the trains as they went by. Opt to join him in running up the bank to see what he has in mind.
Marvel, however, when I get to the tracks to see the train moving on down the road, back towards Willits, with Sims riding atop it.
--> Me: 15, Bej: 18. Bej's mom, "Don't hang around that Q kid, he's a bad influence."
--> 15th birthday: bandage on my ear & head from cauliflower ear received at freestyle wrestling tournament in Bay Area. KJG opts to give me very special b-day present, parks behind Baptist Church to get down in th back seat of her parent's blue Buick. I cannot get the Van Halen 1984 T-shirt off of my head because of the bandage on my head.
When the police knock on the window and try to shine the flashlight in, I (being... um... closest to the window) actually wipe it off to see what's up. Cop can barely keep from laughing at the sight as he tells us we'll have to leave.
--> Fourth of July, summer after senior year. Me and Devo hit the carnival with a fist full of illicit "cigarettes". Devo hands them to the carnie running the Zipper and says, "I want to ride this thing all night long." By the end of the first cycle he's about to puke - more to do with the booze than the ride.
Take him to Taco Bell - doesn't help. Take him home, put him to bed (one of the rare times he [or anyone else] passed out before me) and go back to the carnival. Me to carnie, "Remember me? Good, let me on."
--> Y? Y not?
--> One of my last summers in Willits was spent working 6am - 2pm construction shifts, then going for massive mountain bike rides in the late evening when it was cooled down enough. One weekend Alphons and I rode up Sherwood, hopped a logging trail, and went all the way to Fort Bragg.
At the top of the highest summit we looked out, seven more ridges before us stretching out to the ocean, before bombing a dirt version of 7-mile grade for the next 30 minutes. Beautiful country, that.
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