Rose to Keys

Few rides promise as much single track awesomeness as Rose to ???. Three riders and a shuttle driver camped out at a partially constructed house in the Tahoe Keys. We grilled our breakfast sandwiches in mayonnaise, illuminated by headlamps. The small crew size let us stop at McDonalds and pause for morning constitutionals without delaying the start much.

Missing B, we flubbed a few intersections, but it’s the TRT, not too easy to get lost. Besides refilling with water and Gatorade from a stash that Fro had left, we ate lunch at the Fox and Hound in Kingsbury. Newb and I ate the Pig On Cow burgers (pulled pork, grilled ham, and bacon on a burger).

The pound of meat settled nicely into my belly. Newb, not so much. In fact, he experienced so much gastric distress that he lost his shred. All the way to Star Lake, on climbs and descents Newb burped and farted his way along the trail. By Freel Peak he got his shred back, and we All Mountained the Armstrong Connector and Corral Trail. And then back to the Keys just as the day faded to dusk.

I am out tonight, headed to Oakland in an hour.