
If you know a Potlicker, you've seen him wear a "Where's Trevor" t-shirt. One fine evening the 'lickers were reaching the tail end of a brisk end of summer ride through some of Kananaskis Country's finest single track. Potlicker Trevor was "feelin' it" and decided to make a final push ahead of the group to reach the parking lot and get the habachi and refreshments ready for the team.
A noble effort.
The rest of the riders that evening made their way to the parking lot with dry throats and a hankerin' for smokies and were fully expecting both to be ready with Trevor manning the tailgate barbeque.
But there was no Trevor.
They waited.
No Trevor.
Waited some more.
No Trevor.
Concern set in and the boys began their search. After a couple of hours Search and Rescue was called in and as nightfall fell and the hours of darkness passed, the Potlickers were dealing with the potential loss of one of their own.
Meanwhile, after a wrong turn, Trevor was searching for a soft spot under a tree to spend a long, cold, lonely evening, hoping there were no hungry bears or cougars watching him settle in for the night.
Once he'd had some sleep and light broke the next morning, Trevor was on his way, in search of the damn highway.
Early that morning, a fellow Potlicker found Trevor making his way home down the highway.
Don't ride alone.
Carry supplies.
Stay safe.
Proceeds go to the Search and Rescue Alberta
I've rode with Trevor...he still has no sense of direction.