Coming up for Air!

Holy cow, this has been the week of weeks, here is yet one more attempt to post the ride report from Tuesday. For those of you who had reports to me early on Wed. it was most appreciated and I apologize for the tardiness of my normally swift blogging action.

Hopefully this works!
El Ride de Mexicano portal de manhole y mandangle

If I had ridden a donkey a long long day in Mexico is this how my hind end would feel?

Si yo hubiera liquidaron un burro de un día largo plazo en México es así como mi parte trasera se sentiría?

While there were a number of firsts on last nights ride, as there always is – the return of the Watsonville gangster con single speed and flat pedals was most notable. And to make the return most appropriate the pre-ride offering of el Mexicano jalapenos, carrots and onions brought in by “B” was icing on el pastel. I believe that most of the hardened members of FT3 took to the offering by putting down a jalapeno or carrot, but the young VD decided to pass, later trying to make up for the skip out with Berzerker tacos. Sorry son, the damage has been done.
The rollout of 9 had riders sporting arm warmers and an occasional long sleeve jersey. Cool weather is upon us and the ride in the light of day is quickly fading. Cap’n, NoHandle, B, Rock God, XTeric, Ghost, VD and Who’s Tyler were in the mix. Cap’n assumed ride leader responsibilities in absence of Larz. Taking his job seriously, he designated VD as ride sweep just before heading down the technical section south of MI Trail. Rock showed his rock skills and dropped the group, Cap’n held Bambi and NoHandle to a reasonable pace but did not get passed, and others enjoyed lots of dust. From there the ride took us back up to MI Trail and over to Fleming. While Fleming was mostly uneventful, B might have been having more fun than most of us and the accelerations by Ghost were notable for those off the front.
Even as a marked man, Rock continues to impress, there were mild accusations of performance enhancements and none of the riders seemed to buy that it was Odwalla Superfood. The Fleming Loop took us up Redneck Rising across MI Trail and down towards the left labia. At that time we came upon some tweeking wood thieves who had the whole road blocked off buy a jeep and two trucks. The toothless men were armed with dogs and a women who looked way to normal to be with them, blood relative, we think. As we made our way around their blockage, we were informed about the only way to party:
“You guys got headlamps? That’s the only way to party!”
The decent down the labia was exciting as it always is. At the bottom Cappy got all Navy Seal on their asses and tricked them into thinking they were just riding the lake loop back. Alas, he took them up the horse trail for some more suffering. At the Rock Garden 1A spit, a light was dying and a hammy was hurting so two riders peeled off. The remaining group tackled Rock Garden uphill then 1A up and downhill. It seemed a collective thought that the ride was mostly climbing, especially from those on single speeds.
The taco part saw another first of the season, an inside eat. Although the group was slightly divided, the decision to stay in and take over Knott Hole Corner was made. VD seemed to be pulling out all his Aces, and with two in hand, there was a chance that he was going to be taken away by a “Ceagle” a rare mix between a Cougar and Eagle only found at the Pollock Pines Knott Hole. Due to protection provided by FT3 gangstas, he safely departed the Knott. Since he wasn’t in the authors ride on the way home, who knows what happened from there. I heard mention of the Pino Loge’ as well as “the Bench” so others will have to chime in on the supposed latter activities.
Hasta que me duele la nalga de nuevo!
Cappy


SUNDAY SUNDAY SUNDAY:
We are on for a Sunday ride, or at least I am. 7:30 at the Bagel Shop!

Until we ride.
LOtB