Four of us idled in the Knott
Lott, as B assured us that Councelman was on his way. As the clock ticked well
past the 7pm hour we reviewed the texts that B had received from Cman. Sure
enough the more recent text concluded by saying IN!!!. However, the previous
text concluded by saying OUT!!!. After closely reading the full content of both
texts we concluded that Cman would not be joining us. Spirits were high after
so much waiting and as soon as B finished fussing about in the Element we raced
out the gate.
RideLeader Xteric took us out the
back, to horse trails to first dam around to Fleming where we dropped the horse
trail to climb Palins, followed by a full, fast Fleming CCW loop. At that point,
with full ceremony, B was anointed RideLeader. We dropped Palins climbed out
then bombed cross country to a cliff face.
Newb went balls to rubber and rolled
it. The rest of us hucked our bikes over the edge and climbed down. From below
the second dam B rolled to the first dam and we momentarily got lost. When we
dead-ended in a concrete channel we backtracked towards the first horse trail.
After spending the evening hanging off the back and complaining about how tired
he was Xt found his inner puncheur and railed the climb to the horse camp.
The weather man called for a
clear cool evening and the soil man called for perfect trail conditions. They were both right. We mostly
encountered super tacky fast rolling dirt, with a bit of crusty snow thrown in
for flavor. The highlight was a patch of heaved frost that had the consistency
of styrofoam spikes. In fact conditions were so good that this isn't a ride report,
it’s a callout for tonight.
One.
Smoking brakes, lost dead end runs, and cliff jumps - sounds like a spirited night indeed.
ReplyDeleteI use lost much in the same way we were lost when we accidentally rode the preferred cyclist trail.
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