Boy it’s been a crazy few weeks since I wrote about the Rowell Ranch Rodeo. Unfortunately a massive reaction to posion oak sidelined me to urgent care 3 days in a row forcing me to miss the Marysville Stampede and the Santa Maria Rodeo.
Following the rodeo I came down to my car, and my post ride buzz was shattered just like my Pete’s window. I looked in and was horrified to find that my pride and joy, my brand new chaps were stolen.
The days following my break in have been a whirlwind; between social media and traditional media outlets there has been an outpouring of support. In the first few days we were hopeful that with over 2,000 Facebook shares and national television exposure might shed some light on this situation. Sadly things are becoming less promising as the days go by.
At this point I have started to call upon my amazing friends and support system to move forward and work towards replacing the chaps. If anyone is interested in supporting, or at least passing along the word it would be greatly appreciated.
While powering through the ups and downs of this crazy ride I came across an interesting quote.