These days, there’s not many stones left unturned. Seems like everywhere you go, someone’s set up camp for the long haul. A whole lot of pretenders trying to fit in where they don’t belong, if you ask me. This guy, for instance, thinks he can definitely probably lead a group into the woods and come out unscathed. Cam, they call him. Likely story. And then there’s this sad sack of cotton. Good name, Dusty, but actions speak louder than words. And his actions got me asking questions. At least there’s one true blue American on this crew, named R-Dog. He came up following Cam, but now he’s respected around the world for his hot-doggin’ bike skills. Ride on, R-Dog. Anyway, this group of intrepid adventurers, the three amigos, has found their way into my backyard, and the last remnants of peace are gone. What once was wild is now a playground. Ain’t that a damn shame? Three, two, one, gun it!