Spawn Song

Bachelorhood: the window of self determination between when a man leaves his mother's house and when he comes under the dominion of a wife. That window slammed shut on Spawn some time ago, since he is now in thrall to his little girl, his wife-to-be, and his mom on Mondays and Fridays. But, society is built on rituals, and if he is getting married then we are throwing him a bachelor party.

For obvious reasons, the Knott isn't an appropriate venue. However, to keep things simple we will still meet there at the normal time. The apres-ride party will be at an EID camp site. EID fees add up quickly, so we will try to bring as few vehicles into the site as possible. Camping gear, night time clothes, party hats, etc, will get put into a vehicle that will head to the camp site.  Bikes and riders will load into a shuttle vehicle. Expect a late night. I will do the dinner shopping on Tuesday, so please chime in early.

In Memoriam

Tonight's ride will have an alternative start, so we may participate in a commemorative ride for FT3 progenitor Sore Legs.

The itinerary is something like:

• Meet at the Mosquito Lot at 6. 
• Road ride through Apple Hill. 
• Stop for refreshments. 
• Proceed to Pollywood. 
• Ride more. 
• Eat tacos. 
• Get home somehow.

newt-y pics

Tuesday May 16th, joins the long. long list of greatest FT3s ever. Fro and I pulled into the Knott lot under a steady rain. Being early, we grabbed a pre-ride rye. Soon, NH arrived with an EZ-up. Then XT and Cap showed up, as the baseball game their boys were scheduled to play was canceled for rain. So, we toasted good fortune with another round under the EZ-up. After Knot Hole patrons started coming out to join us, because word going around the bar was that a better party was happening in the parking lot, we decided it was time to kit up and get the show on the road. And then it stopped raining. The air stayed thick with moisture, and we rode through fogs and mists and bits of light rain. Our lights would catch the drops and accelerating into a decent looked like a jump to light speed.

Its that time of year again when the California newts are busy on their nocturnal conquests for love.

Although most FT3ers will more easily recognize them by their defensive posture when they try to intimidate potential predators by displaying bright colors.

This is the same thinking behind wearing the angry, red kit combo.

Thunder Mountain may be buried in snow, but that won't slow down long ride season. Coming up on June 17th:

Contact Fro or Cappy if interested.

Following that, I'll be running a reprise of the 2010 "Father's Day Massacre" on June 18th.

High 60s through ride time, almost swim season.


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