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Friday, May 23, 2003:

missing usual suspects

the thursday ride went off last night as it has for approximatly 73 thursdays. there were only four of us, and without damen, jurgen, greg, ken, gary or ladd it felt a little funny at first. until the wheels started spinning at least. standard climb to buckhorn, which was in pretty good shape, then the motos started coming. left turn at the saddle. they rode shorter distances than we did between stops. jackasses...surely. one guy kept stalling his bike. we let them all pass before starting. logic: combustion engine can probably climb faster than legs. Appearantly you'd be right 83% of the time if you though that. five were and that sixth was a moron. waited the first time while he tried to kick start his bike, then finally went around as the air was thick with the putrescence of mixed fuel. then i heard him coming a little while later so i pulled over, again. he rides by and is going so slowly i about rubbed his rear tire. on a flat section no less. damn pussy. then i hear him stall around a corner. of course he was stalled right in a techincal section i take pride in clearing. did i last night. no there was a fucking motorcycle stalled in the middle of the trail. did he get out of the way for me like i had for him twice already. fuck no. i walked around. he didnt catch me agian.

once we crossed bear creeek things got better. motos had to rest. climbed up jones park trail to the middle trail. the prehistoric trail. the hypotermia loop. turned around at the certain bush. vroomed the hell out of the sandy and swoopy sections, pinballed through the rocky parts, surfed the gravel of satan's sister, took the jedi line over the roots, tried to boost the rocks and transition. came up short and thought i was certain to pinchflat or ding the rim, but both seem ok. flat-tracked the road, to the chutes, openspace, bear creek, and the monument trail as the sky was set ablaze. apollo had set his chariot afire after seeing what his horses had been doing.

came upon a moving object on the trail. a fox kit. he had 5 brothers or sisters. so cute. we had to sit and watch for several minutes. all just little guys, roaming around seein about things, sniffing and playing. they wanted to see about us too, but were shy. we decided to leave before mom got home.

i've been trying to decide which was better: the descent or the foxes. i think they were both the best part of the ride. the descent for its sheer damn-that-was-a-hoot factor and the foxes for the sure-are-lucky-and-i've-never-seen-that-before factor. qed.

doug // 09:46

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