Tuesday, April 25, 2017

Ass Hammer


Newb and I barely survived a run of the Hobo on Saturday. The El Dorado corridor was sloppy, overgrown, and rutted. We stopped to marvel at puddle that must have been six feet deep, when the abutting land owner approached us with a shotgun. He said that a guy tried to ride through it on a motorcycle and ended up going to the hospital because some of the water got in his mouth and poisoned him. We proceeded to observe twenty seven different species that were shitting in the puddles. The alternative was riding the tracks, a situation we referred to as "turning on the ass hammer." Only Cappy could conceive a mountain bike ride that makes you beg for asphalt. Too bad we didn't have ass hammer body guards.


Should be a perfect night for riding.
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Tuesday, April 11, 2017

Spring Break

The spring holidays hold so much more tradition than boozy beach fests.

And FT3 takes them very seriously.  On this Holy Tuesday, we gather at sunset, smear the Knot Hole's door posts with hot sauce, and feast on tacos made with unleavened tortillas.


Balmy conditions, maybe some lingering snow, a full moon if the clouds break, should be lovely.  Maybe PC will make it.