Was it the promise of a shuttle ride or the knowledge that we were going to ride some sweet single track that brought out 22 eager riders, only the full moon knows for sure. The gang was all there and ready to climb Red Mt.
The conga line of 22 riders started up the road to the top of Red. Once on top we battled the
bugs one more time and prepared for the switch-backing descent that is the Red Top trail.
The trail on Red was in perfect shape and the shouts of ripping riders could be heard all over the face of the mountain. I believe there was only one short-cut through the bush taken and one candidate for tubeless tires, so the ride down was quick andexciting. Check out the footage of the top of the trail just before Poochies Cabin.
The weather had cooperated up to this point but as we rode up the trail to KC the skies opened and the thunder roared and Heney Penny and Ducky Lucky thought the sky was falling. It must have been raining in this neck of the woods for a while because Pale Ale was as slick as John Sullivans bike "SNOT" and the ride down was more like skiing.
Once we got to Milky Way the trail surface got a little better and the fun factor increased as did the mud-factor. Our bikes were fast becoming 10 pounds heavier with the accumulation of mud. Our bodies were slabbed with mud, I have never seen such a mess but the grins coming from the dirty faces were the unmistakable smiles of 22 single track addicts. What a ride!!
Loaded up the trucks and headed for sustenance. The sausages were already on the BBQ thanks to Brent and Fergy. The fire was quickly started and the celebration continued on into the wee hours of the morning. Another successful Double Downhill in the books.
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