One of Those Days

Should be a good night. I hope the Knott doesn't run out of PBR.

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Dirty Laundry

Anonymous Frenchie must have gotten stuck at Peter's house, because he missed a ride that lacked ass hammering but had plenty of man pushing.  Any veteran should have been nervous when B began worrying about his chain tension. A short ways in, it broke. NH valiantly pinged the plate back into shape and RideLeader decided to test it up MET. If it holds we could drop to the lake and be close enough to tacos if it breaks. Which it did. Ever resilient, we started pushing B on the flats and climbs, and sustained this without break from the East end of the lake all the way up the hill, past the guard station, across Sly Park Road and into the Knott Lott. To manage the burden we formed a V with B at the point and a string of riders pushing behind him on both sides. It looked like this:

And felt like this:

I won't be making it tonight. A gut wrenching illness ripped through the family this weekend; Guatemala bad.So, I haven't the energy for the fat tiring, or the stomach for the tacoing. I'm just relieved the first load of wash is on the clothes line.

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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