TeamBlue Friday, June 18, 2004: Had several conversations lateley about how people liked my style of blogging and (this could be an overstatement) missed the teamblue blog, so i dun figgured i'd give 'er another go. I'll skip the summary of the time between blogs, but if you'd really like details get in touch. my email is six-letter abbeviation for douglas c ryden ass f#cking slow @yahoo.com met the boys at the usual thursday night bat time and bat station for a little canyon action. the previous couplea days' rain had made the trails tackier than a plad tie, polka-dotted shirt, striped pants and a rinestone belt with ostrich skin boots. We rode 50% of the trails in cheyenne canyon based on number, over 60% based on distance. The rains changed columbine from a predomintantly gravely trail to a hardpacked wonder with periods of super wheel sucking sand sarnacs. The pace was back to its old hit-the-gas-unil-everyone-blows, and damn was that fun. Saucy passes and sneaky bastard lines were in full effect. The descents proved to be equally fulfilling, going downhill so fast I couldnt ride without glass, but the light was so dim I couldnt ride with my amber lenses. A glorious quandry of squints and fast blinking with librarian-esque protective lenses. hopefully I'll be able to update this a little more often than i did in the last year. doug // 10:51 Comments: Post a Comment
Had several conversations lateley about how people liked my style of blogging and (this could be an overstatement) missed the teamblue blog, so i dun figgured i'd give 'er another go. I'll skip the summary of the time between blogs, but if you'd really like details get in touch. my email is six-letter abbeviation for douglas c ryden ass f#cking slow @yahoo.com met the boys at the usual thursday night bat time and bat station for a little canyon action. the previous couplea days' rain had made the trails tackier than a plad tie, polka-dotted shirt, striped pants and a rinestone belt with ostrich skin boots. We rode 50% of the trails in cheyenne canyon based on number, over 60% based on distance. The rains changed columbine from a predomintantly gravely trail to a hardpacked wonder with periods of super wheel sucking sand sarnacs. The pace was back to its old hit-the-gas-unil-everyone-blows, and damn was that fun. Saucy passes and sneaky bastard lines were in full effect. The descents proved to be equally fulfilling, going downhill so fast I couldnt ride without glass, but the light was so dim I couldnt ride with my amber lenses. A glorious quandry of squints and fast blinking with librarian-esque protective lenses. hopefully I'll be able to update this a little more often than i did in the last year. doug // 10:51
