Baby Blue

Sunday's Fair Hill beat down was loaded with great numbers.  Eleven riders, mid-forty temps, 2.5+ hours of riding, 9.5mph average moving speed.  The list goes on.

But the highlight was when Andy busted a seat rail about a mile from the cars and we rode back to get a replacement from Rob's car.  A fetching baby blue one.  Yes he took quite a bit of good-natured abuse in the parking lot.

Now the big question is whether he'll still have that seat next time we ride.

He better!

Chris

"We all get it in the end"
     -- unknown

Detour

Cleared the second step.  This picture
shows about 25% of the skinny.

Seven locals and two "Jersey Girls" (Stephanie and Sheryl) turned out today for a Saturday morning romp around White Clay.

Kirk brought his new Daisy Rocket Sled with big wheels and 42x19 gearing (that is not a typo).  There was some head scratching in the parking lot, but I only saw him throw it over his shoulder once during the entire ride.  Pretty impressive.

Also impressive was the detour we took because of a partial park closure for hunting ("violators will be arrested").  The detour included some impressive new skinnies including one mid-air masterpiece with a gnarly entrance and some serious steps, drops, and gaps along the way.  Tom, Scott, and Steve all took serious runs at it, two of them eventually succeeded to much applause and fist pumping (and expletives which I can't put in this blog).

Chris


“A bicycle does get you there and more And there is always the thin edge of danger to keep you alert and comfortably apprehensive. Dogs become dogs again and snap at your raincoat; potholes become personal. And getting there is all the fun.”

     -- unknown

The Terminator

 The Beer Tree at Night

According to Wikipedia, The Terminator is a moving line that separates the illuminated day side and the dark night side of a planetary body.

FHHR has been on the illuminated side of that terminator since last spring.  Thanks to last weekend's switch to standard time, this week's FHHR was on the other side of the terminator.  But it turns out it was not the wrong side.

The Terminator Passes
The Overlook

I arrived at The Overlook a few minutes early.  I thought I might hide and surprise Mike and Mark as they bombed the trail to The Overlook, but then thought better of it (bikes speeding through the woods at night, somebody would get hurt for sure).

Once they arrived, we cracked our beers and enjoyed our first Happy Hour on this side of The Terminator.  The feeling of standing in the woods, at night, drinking beer, conjured some distant memories.

It felt like we were getting away with something.

It felt good.

Chris

"It’s opener, out there, in the wide open air"
     -- Dr Seuss