When an experimental military helicopter was shot down by militias in a remote corner of El Dorado County, an elite FT3 team was dispatched to find the wreckage. After dealing with two (2) spontaneous sidewall blowouts from B’s Walmart tires, we shoved our way past day hikers along the South side of Loon Lake. Grinding up the coarse gravel of the old SMUD roadbed, Buttons started complaining. So, we knew this was already a good ride. Once we reached the Rubicon Jeep trail we were surprised by how quiet it was, too quiet. Buttons, who had his hopes pinned on receiving beer hand ups from boozy broads started complaining all the louder. As our search started it quickly became apparent that we were looking for a tin can in several hundred acres of steep forested terrain. We aborted the mission and rolled back on the awesome granite slabs of the Rubicon Trail, untroubled by swarms of rock crawlers. Our party was intercepted by law enforcement who laughed at our high priority mission. Since we weren’t properly kitted, we had to explain that we were FT3, and the officer gasped at his own foolishness. He quickly gave us the necessary coordinates and radioed in for a support crew. But, we had lost interest at this point, it was time for beers and snacks. So we rolled out.
Tuesday, August 5, 2014
Black Hawk Down
When an experimental military helicopter was shot down by militias in a remote corner of El Dorado County, an elite FT3 team was dispatched to find the wreckage. After dealing with two (2) spontaneous sidewall blowouts from B’s Walmart tires, we shoved our way past day hikers along the South side of Loon Lake. Grinding up the coarse gravel of the old SMUD roadbed, Buttons started complaining. So, we knew this was already a good ride. Once we reached the Rubicon Jeep trail we were surprised by how quiet it was, too quiet. Buttons, who had his hopes pinned on receiving beer hand ups from boozy broads started complaining all the louder. As our search started it quickly became apparent that we were looking for a tin can in several hundred acres of steep forested terrain. We aborted the mission and rolled back on the awesome granite slabs of the Rubicon Trail, untroubled by swarms of rock crawlers. Our party was intercepted by law enforcement who laughed at our high priority mission. Since we weren’t properly kitted, we had to explain that we were FT3, and the officer gasped at his own foolishness. He quickly gave us the necessary coordinates and radioed in for a support crew. But, we had lost interest at this point, it was time for beers and snacks. So we rolled out.
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Too god damn funny, NC. I don't know where to start...I'll assume I'm a 2???
ReplyDeleteYeah, I'm pretty sure I am IN as ONE, but no time for pre-riding. I caught up to a jogging Newb on the bike trail this morning. He said that unless something crazy happens, he is OUT. Apparently, all the escorts wore him out last weekend.
ReplyDelete3. Will the dust be damped. Will the bikes be single speeds, is it SSFT3. C-Man and I can bring reports of the FLL-LRP Tahoe show.
ReplyDeleteOh, I want to be in sooooooo bad!
ReplyDeleteFive. Will need to stop at the Barnes motel for home inspection detail.
ReplyDeleteDriving up on early see you all there.
DeleteLooks like Fro is writing this drive up off. Nice work. Have the PreBRs ready.
DeleteLarz is out till June. Already asked about his riding duties.
ReplyDeleteI wonder if we will get spotted by that jogger who then joined us at tacos last week. Too bad he doesn't know how to ride a mtn bike.
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ReplyDeleteIt's with great sadness that I report a rise in the taco price to $1.50. Blame our meat price increase to over grazing practices and recent drought conditions.
DeleteCareful, Cliven Bundy resembles the comment.
DeleteAt those prices one might as well order fish tacos...
DeleteWhat's next a resort fee?
DeleteI can do a pick up from Valero...
ReplyDeleteI would appreciate a valero pick-up
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