Thursday, November 7, 2013
BP3 - Bike Park Project Placerville
It seems the influence of FT3 runs strong through our local community of bicyclists. With no prompting from me, in a democratic vote, the organized group of youth and bike shop leaders selected the name for the committee working to develop a bike park in Placerville: BP3 - Bike Park Project Placerville. The first meeting took place last night and the energy is building, we will need the support of FT3 members, both pithy and fringe. There is a Facebook page, this will be the resource for information for the time being; https://www.facebook.com/pages/BP3-Bike-Park-Project-Placerville/243154432508894?directed_target_id=0 Next month there will be a movie night, a bike movie (duh), with a suggested donation, this will be a 'light fundraiser." we are just building support at this point. Get involved. If you are not stoked yet, enjoy this great viddy:
Cap'n (Feel free to add this weeks ride report to the thread!)
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Because nobody has yet taken up the torch, I will submit for your approval an abbreviated and anonymous ride report:
ReplyDeleteAfter the last rider rolled into the Knott lot in typically 'fashionable' manner, the pack of six took to the trails in the full darkness for our first post-daylight savings ride. Relatively fresh from a recent month's hiatus, the ride leader linked up a sweet series of trails for our enjoyment - the names of which are as yet unknown to this recently transplanted reporter. My apologies.
Anyhow, we didn't have long to wait for the evening's first excitement. While yours truly slowed abruptly to gingerly drop a front wheel over a log drop, the rider behind had to keep from colliding by performing an unplanned dismount, distributing the shock by making contact with every available limb and body surface on the trail. Upon inspection, said rider noticed a breeze in the nether regions, only to find that his new ft3 shorts now had a flap exposing a fair amount of lilly-white thigh. Undaunted, the rider soldiered on with nary a complaint.
Actually, that's not true, as he began to recount that afternoon's saga of wheel repair - including peeling back spoke tape, replacing spokes, and resealing tires multiple times. Not so ironically, this tale foreshadowed the evening's single mechanically-induced trailside pause as the crew lent hands to introduce a tube into the rider's failing back tire. Any insults he may have earlier forgotten to dish out to the wheel were addressed in direct fashion as he worked out his discontent with feverish pumping.
Onward some we came across the ride's highlight, encountering the remnants of the day's controlled burn. On the right side of the trail was the undisturbed forest in its natural state, while on the left was a smoldering landscape of hellish cinder and ash. Where once had been undergrowth and debris we found small glowing piles of sweet destruction. All this we took in on the fly, until a still-flaming snag stopped us in our tracks. Shooting neon flame to the sky, the 10 foot tree trunk stood alone on an open hillside as if lit for our entertainment as we viewed awe-struck from the trail. Ah, for a marshmallow . . .
All in all, a good ride without notable incident to detract from the fun of being out in the middle of the woods on a dark, cold night. All remained for tacos. Learning from last week's folly, we went easy on the 'Sphincter Shrinker'.
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ReplyDeleteGreat ride report. Anyone short riding this weekend?
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