Montonia PWD4

Receiving an urgent telegram from my friend and compatriot Johnny Dangerously, I made the decision to cross the border and head for Montana. Mission: Infiltrate and conquer the shred meccas of Bridger Bowl and Jackson Hole. With the sun rising on a new day I found myself back in the US of A.

Barging the highway through Idaho, I found the conditions treacherous at best. Imagine a bitter cold day, boiler plate ice passing lane and slush puppy icebath in the trucker lane. Add to that the constant procession of balls-to-the-wallz meth smoking truckers, 15mph Safety Sammy, and Jimmy Bob towing 15 tricked out sleds to the local snowmobile rally and you may start to get a picture of Idaho in the winter. Realizing I somehow ended up in the Land of Oz I began assessing the threat of flying monkey attack.

I was driving so fast the Suby developed these crazy speed-cicles. Think of them as the fudge pop of the icicle world.

This shoebox of a bar in Butte had more Evel Knievel memorabilia than I could shake a stick at. Turns out Evel used to show up and bust wheelies around the place or something loony. Needless to say I didn't see Evel.... Though I did get a burger and coke for $2.75, and as an added bonus was entertained by the antics of the toothless mine worker's drinking team.

Eventually I made it to Bozeman International Airport and swooped Danger from the clutches of the Sway Denim Secret Police. Peeling out from the curb I yelled over my shoulder "Johnny Dangerous is a hero and a saint!" Luckily we escaped, and I could tell Danger was stoked to be back in the land of pow turns and neck beards. Vive la vida pura!