Ahh what a night? It poured , there was thunder, there was lightening, there was mud, and there was Farmer. At first we thought it was just an apparition, but clearly it was the return of one of the original Holy Wow Gang members. Farmer, the king of Subway Sandwiches, had dusted off the bike and decided to join us for a Tuesday night ride. It was great to have him back and we hope that the ugly weather and trail conditions on this night won't scare him off . WELCOME BACK FARMER!!!! You can take off the hockey gear now, we are going riding.
We started the ride under the usual criteria, it can't be raining when we leave, but it changed quickly. A down pour filled the old puddles on Drake's single track, and turned the climb and traverse over to the top of Dukabor into a mud fest. This ride is usually just a pleasure but the rain put a little damper on the occasion. The gang was still smiling when we stopped to hide under a tree during the major falling of the sky took place. But there were no Chicken Littles or Henny Pennies or Ducky Luckys in this group, even though the sky was falling, we ventured on. That's what you do when your twelve.
Ride we did, and Dukabor served up some sweet snotty single track, super fun and very dirty. The only suffering was done by the bikes and our clothing' which are taking a kicking in all this wet and muddy weather. I don't think my shoes have been dry at all this spring. No sooner have you washed your bike than it is filthy again. I have held off washing it every time but paid the price tonight as dirt and muck rendered my seat post remote inoperable. Gues I need to wash the poor thing more often.
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We had hopes for a cold one and a fire at Greener's, but had to settle for the heater in his garage. Still had the cold one though.
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