Tuesday, May 16, 2017

Lights Off

Was last week's ride as awesome as anticipated? No. It was far more awesome than that. Besides the double pack of pre-ride beers, the mild temperatures, and the perfect soil moisture, the big full moon was so bright we could navigate by its light along the bare ridges.

The Knott was busy enough that we elected to get back pretty late. Junior claims that he dropped four out of six riders, a feat that would surpass Newb's well known dropping of five out of eight riders.

At the Taco Table we got to hear the painful and long winded recount of how XT's great frustration of missing the Hobo ride drove him to madness. After leaving the "worst place on earth" Six Flags that evening, he went ballistic in a McDonalds Drive through in Davis:

and then at another McDonalds in El Dorado Hills:

His children still aren't speaking to him.

Nice temps and a little moist this evening. 

Tuesday, May 9, 2017

One of Those Days


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

ONE

Tuesday, May 2, 2017

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.