If you missed Cappy’s excellent call-out yesterday, then you suck. In spite of the quality of the post, the HCF failed to tally the riders, and carpool coordination required numerous last minute back channels. When asked what it was that made them too sensitive to comment on the blog, Noobie explained that he had just moved back to the ‘90s and had to go to a public library to access the internet; Taco Spawn pointed out that he isn’t part of the carpool so his input is unimportant; Unknown Local mumbled something about how he prefers to show up at the last possible minute; and Xteric admitted that he thinks the blog’s constant display of men in tight clothes is borderline pornographic.
In due time all were ready, and Noobie impatiently burst from the Lot. We rode out the back, past the clubhouse to B’s chin, up the dam horse trail, to Fleming CW. We regrouped midway up the climb and admired the sunset. A pack of riders (dads and kids) descended through our loitering group. One stopped and asked, mystified, “Are you going up this?” We continued to 8A. On the climb out Taco Spawn busted his chain. B’s commentary on the incident: “A 9-speed chain on a single speed, you may as well run your drivetrain with a limp spaghetti noodle.” We backtracked to Redneck and just after crossing MET Unknown Local broke his chain -must have been all the dust. We finished the ride, uneventfully, by dropping the left lip taking the first Horse Trail CCW and around the Lake. We stopped for a swim, and what do you know? someone left a dock our for us.