This was the weekend for SCR3. I had planned and prepared for this event for the past two weeks. Bought a tent borrowed a sleeping bag from my buddy Tim. When I heard that Slab was cancelled a day before the event it didnt make me think twice about going somewhere, anywhere in place of the slabs. I usually don't care about the event itself. I go to these things for the ride with friends and the very good chance that I will probably have a good time. The event was cancelled on a Thursday and I was still hyped for a ride and camping that night. The next day I felt very different about the ride. I felt somewhat odd like something was telling me it wasn't a good idea for me to go. I tried to brush it off and not think about it but the feeling kept creeping up on me. I didnt want to let my friend ride by himself but the feeling I had kept over taking me by the hour. Hesitantly I cancelled on my friend and felt pretty shitty about it. I still don't know what the feeling was but there will always be time to hit the pavement for a camping trip another day. I hate flaking on my buddies but I had to go with my instinct on this one. I hope everyone made it home safe from the event.
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