New Year's Tuesday

Has anyone been riding? Were the ancient Mayans predicting the end of FT3? If anything the apocalypse portended was snowmageddon. Known white powder addict, B, has all but disappeared from the bicycling ranks. Even devout mountain biker Newb is eager to get on the slopes to snort a few lines. And the condition in Pollywood is less biking more hiking. Facing these facts a quorum at the Mosquito Lott decided to stay local for biking, and drive up to tacos after. It was the right call. A car was dispatched to collect Chet who was lazing about in Camino.

Our Dear SteepsLeader wasted no time discussing ride options. With a heave and a ho we crossed Main Street and churned up our first steep. That got us to the Cedar Ravine Steep to Big Cut, to Pardi, dirt to Forni and the EDT. Cappy suggested a bit of hoboing along the tracks, but the crew was eager to feel the warm embrace of the Knott Hole. The Spotters are a bit thicker in Pville. One mistook us for a pack of dirtbikers on suspiciously quiet motorcycles.

While convenience would dictate that we found dinner in town, our loyalty to the Knott could not be shaken. And our steadfastness was dearly rewarded. We have been blessed with offerings before, but the New Year’s Tuesday ride was unprecedented. Immediately upon taking our seats, Mother Rye plopped down two trays of nachos and a plate of seven layer dip. Meanwhile, Councilman unwrapped four new and wonderful sauces that he found while in the sauce lands of AZ. Mother Rye then offered a plate of beef enchiladas. Right behind that, the Chickenbaker shared a container of her homemade crackers. They were like saltines that had been dry rubbed with paprika and cayenne, and were damn tootin’ good. Mother Rye added a bowl of homemade salsa to our banquet, and then the centerpiece arrived – piping hot from the oven, a pan of Chickenbake. Slowly our appetites were sated and still Chickenbake remained. We gorged ourselves until uncomfortable. I wrapped up my full taco order (stuffed with Chickenbake) in its wax paper and put it in my pocket.  

(addendum from Councilman)

Given my egregious failure to post the promised RR, I feel obliged to illustrate the extent of our multi-course feast last Tuesday. As Nocar deftly portrayed, we were treated to a veritable cornicopia of spicy foods. It was presented in an elegant and professional manner; each dish besting the last and culminating in that heavenly bake. I, for one, found the service and offerings exceeding that of many fine restaurants I've visited. As FT3's title sponsor, and official caterer, my helmet is off to the Knott staff. A happy new year, indeed!

Notable notes:

 Cookie Dough Gatorade:

Nocar's stunning warranty replacement build, resplendent with white wheels and details. I was already envious of his stable, but this is a fine addition. 

FTSKI, redux? There IS plenty of white stuff in our beloved Polly...

Talk of solo 24's at Cool, credit card long rides, and much, much more.