Stealing Away on the Dirt Donkey

It's crazy but it seems like it has been years since I have participated in an FT3. I have grown weary of the road.

Jack Asses like this abound, and each one of them think nothing of you and your life because you are "stoopid" enough to attempt to share the road with them and their large trucks.  Do you work for PG&E? Damn you are stupid.

As such, I have been longing for some time on the dirt donkey.

Please join me in welcoming myself back into the fray of FT3 after a lengthy hiatus. Will there be new riders, old Newbs, or rarely seen C men? Will the count stand at 12, or consist of a pithy core of 5?


Here is a picture of Thomas Frischknecht with 90's fitness (and then some).

Here is a picture of my former SoBe Headshok teammate Shonny Vanlandingham. 

She went on to become the 2010 XTerra World Champion and, according to Triathlon magazine, has won more races than anyone in NORBA history. 

I am ready to ride. Are you?

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Ride Ready

The recent warm days compel one thing: get up to the mountains, it's long ride season. Riders have been reporting lots of extra-Tuesday activities in preparation. So much riding has been happening that Pollywood's boundary had to be extended out to North South road.




Ride temps in the 70s. Except for during the thunderstorm.


Important LRP business has been slated for the Taco Table. Bring your calendar.

Still Crazy After All These Years

A rootin' - tootin' good FT3 went down two nights past. The tomfoolery started with the arrival of Lars (Lars!) with his near-defunct Mtn Tek.

B and PC pedaled up, which naturally led to concerns of a prolonged, mid-ride sandwich delay. 

We slayed the exceptional skid trails and whizzed past a new little park section at the bottom.

Hearing that Councilman had ejected over the bars and was performing a post-wreck bicycle safety inspection, Newb decided to try out the new jumps. We rode back up and Newb made a big display of getting everyone off the trail and out of his way. As promised, he got big air off the rise, then landed on his front wheel, the tire burped, and Newb and Soukri went cartwheeling into the bushes. Before we could even finish laughing, he remounted and executed both jumps with grace and style. We continued laughing. After the back to back wrecks, we decided that we needed to chill out and quaff some trail beers. 
Continuing around the lake, we stopped at the first bridge, and convinced Buttons that there were hookers and blow underneath. Boy was he disappointed. 

Then we did more riding, watched the big moon rise, and were uncannily caught by Xteric. 

The family style taco pendulum swung from famine last week to feast this week and the baskets kept passing until all were sated. The early to bed crowd started sneaking out. As we waited to pay, Lars burst back in and told Xteric that his bike had been stolen. A manhunt was launched, and faster than I could order a manhunt beer to go, the bicycle was found in the bushes. The culprit had been at the bar all night, is well known by staff, had attempted to create a subterfuge by warning us of fictitious kids that were loitering by our bikes, and his girlfriend was seen returning to the scene to repossess the stolen property. While this incident ended without loss of steed, and without any FT3ers committing retaliatory felonies, it does bring to light the risk we take by tempting the tweakers of Pollywood with ~$12,000 of unguarded bikes. Probably the craziest thing we do on Tuesdays. 

A Season of Change

As we wave goodbye to the Month of Bicycling (AKA May), we have several contenders for the most miles. It looks like RG, NoCar, Fro, and several others from the LRP crew are pushing for the top spot. Lest we forget our pow punishing personnel, B has once again set records (in a drought!) for most comp time days spent exploring the backcountry. And while many of us are ramping up for, dare I say it, wait for it, break out your sweatshirt.....

the TS100, there are some who have quietly disappeared into that good night. Our own LoTB will load up his car for the last time and make haste for some sunny valley somewhere in ID. Safety left us a while back, and still threatens to return from the great beyond. Ghostrider, who came, left, and came back, has yet to make an official showing, even for tacos. And what the hell happened to the Scouts? I thought for sure we'd find them one day. And then there's Cappy, who despite his proximity to the Mosquito lot, has made only rare appearances in the last year. He made the ultimate sacrifice, and one leagues beyond mere Tango lessons. At least when he returns, he will have redefined the DTI for years to come. And what about the author? Last time he was a contributing member, we had a different congress, Xterric had only 9 bicycles, and none of us owned a motorhome.

Seasons change, and so does the FT3 roster. If only we had a way to memorialize our fallen, our wayward, our gone but not forgotten...Oh snap, we do! On our Kits!! Speaking of which, payment is due. Unless you want to be struck by lightening, or turned into a pillar of salt, I suggest you proffer some cash to the God of Stone.

And with that I remind you today is the first day of, well, the rest of your life, but more importantly the first Tuesday of the month! So don your ballerina outfits and bring your single minded, single malted, single-ringed bike out for a spin. Oh, and there will be tacos...

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