Sunday, May 15, 2011

Rough Start to a Banner Ride

Rolling into Skelp Level lot after
that miserable climb that
we all love to hate
Today's ride was all rain no shine.  A persistent drizzle, standing water, mud, wet roots and rocks.  A 7:30am start time.  On a Sunday.  Real Villa Fund Raiser Dinner Dance material.

Granted it was a rough start.  DC waiting in the parking lot sitting in his warm dry car looking out at the drizzle on the lake.  Was that disappointment on his face when he saw us ride in?  And MR who was still in bed (email snafu) and had to saddle up and ride in his PJs (almost).

But this group would not be dissuaded.  We rode for a solid 3+ hours.  MCSP and HH.

It was actually a banner ride.  We made good choices (avoiding slippery wooden bridges).  We saw joggers in unique and interesting poses.  And we saw what is probably the funniest thing a biker gets to see: a fellow rider rolling to a controlled stop at a busy intersection and then promptly falling over while clipped in to his pedals.  We've all done it, and we've all seen it, and it's funny every time. And this time was a bonus, because the cause was a missing cleat bolt, and I just happened to have a spare in my seat bag (MY and DC I think you owe me a beer for that one).

Oh and we saw SF's unbroken string of soap box derby wins broken by MY coming out of nowhere on a much too fast descent of the cinder road.  There's a new boy in town now...


"Give a man a fish he eats for a day, teach a man to fish and he eats for a lifetime. Take a man mountain biking and he realizes fishing is stupid."
     -- unknown

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