MEAT FEST

Despite Councilman's tempting hook, as the FT3 hour neared,  the countoff was low. B climbed to Camino on a borrowed mountain bike with a loose front hub and an unresponsive front brake. He abandoned that bike for my crosser, perhaps a poor decision.

Cappy drove shuttle, so I presented him preBRs. Once the pre-riders were rehydrated, Cappy nominated himself to go first. Aiming for the Brockliss Bridge site, Spawn whispered the route.

After ripping the sweet asphalt of Hazel Creek Road, we realized we risked being late for an unprecedented FT3 engagement. Green Fro had placed a reservation for 10 riders to show up by 10pm at Group Campsite 5 to eat a 200 pound pig and drink a keg of beer. We raced towards the feast. B cursed my crosser.

Spawn led the approach to Campsite 5 from lakeside. Our lights wandered past Sup Boards and kayaks, emerging from the dark to a retail party camp. A few FT3ers knew a couple of people and we were shuffled towards the platters of meat. Tri-tip, smoked pork, chicken: we ate until our faces glistened with fat. The Spotters knew better than to offer us beer.

At Sly Park Road Spawn jettisoned. Taco orders were light, unlike orders for rye.



I bet, if anyone asked, B would long ride this weekend. As mentioned, I would like to long ride the following weekend.