Out the back to the Sly Park Guard station, down the trails
to the FT3 clubhouse:
Down chin, up the dam horse trail
to a Fleming CCW loop; though
skipping A and B which resulted in heckling from the peanut gallery. Dodged the
ponds on Blue Gouge Mine to Redneck Rising to Left Lip. Careening down the Lip,
I noticed a light ahead that was not pointing in the right direction. Getting
nearer, Newb was bent over his bike as if inspecting his wheel and a noise like
the release of air from a tire was audible. B assumed Newb was adjusting
pressure and rolled on. The situation was actually quite different. Newb was
hunched over his frame to take the weight off his knee as he groaned in pain.
Thinking his youthful determination was sufficient to match the elan RG has
refined over the decades, he wrecked inexplicably, and smashed his knee into a
rock. After a brief session of cursing Newb remounted and finished the descent.
At the bottom, we turned towards tacos. Near the top of the boat launch road, I
implored NoHandle to take the short pitch of dirt that cuts up to Sly Park Road
and bypasses the EID entrance gate. “It’s easy” I said, “just stay left.”
However, no one tells NH what to do, so he cut right
and, head down as he brushed between two saplings,
KONG!
This being the last ride before esteemed FT3 member Safety
First! moves out of town, he cut loose and ordered a PBR.
We will look forward to your visits, Safety.
Taco quality was remarkably good. And two patrons attempted the record. However, Willy retained his title.
Cappy's long anticipated Pville to salmon falls loop is saturday. Don't forget to bring an extra battery for your light and whatever change you've managed to panhandle.
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