Despite a storm threatening to beat us down, a big-thorn-induced Stan's conversion meltdown, and a quick visit by one of LPD's finest while huddled under the overhang of a strip mall office building with Bdiddy, CVO and Bonsall, we had a super sweet time on the MWC ride last night. I believe at our peak, we had 22 cyclists ripping in-sync through Wilderness -- everyone with a big silly grin on their faces too, because it was all about fun.
Several things made an impression on me last night during the ride:
Tara and Mike J. were both ripping the corners. It's obvious that Tara has ridden two-wheeled vehicles her entire life. Awesome style in corners is second nature to her, and someone tell me if I'm wrong, but I swear that some of Tara's awesome skills have rubbed off on Mick! He's a cornering animal now!
So was Hoss -- witness the pic above in the 'best corners in the park' (as I like to call them). One of the biggest inspirations I've had recently is observing Hoss' dedication to making the bicycle an integral part of his life. I've always loved Hoss for his incredible creativity and fun-loving spirit -- and I know he's always loved bicycles -- but there's a passion in him now for cycling is is clearly transendent. It's inspiring to see.
Cornbread has got to be one of the smoothest-riding big guys I've ever witnessed. He was rollin' on the KM last night.
EP is incomparable in Wilderness. I don't know what it is about that park that brings out the primal beast in him, but he just flies through the corners, and on the straights too out there.
I'm really going to miss Bdiddy, and I know I'm not alone. We all hope your move to Montana brings much happiness and prosperity, but you know you and your family are always welcome at my house.
Woodman can wheelie better than me. Even though I was joking back in the day when I told him he'd never wheelie as good as I did, he took it upon himself to prove without a doubt, that he's as good as anyone around at the fine art of pointing the front end skyward and riding it like a unicycle.
It has to be about 50-percent of the time that I come upon The Dark Night (aka Jim Winklepleck) out at Wilderness, though no effort on either of our parts. Just like EP, Dark Night thrives in the park's corners.
The reason Golden Showen has so many nicknames is because everyone loves him.
Even with a storm coming in, the entire group waited for me on two seperate occasions as we 1) tried to get the Stan's to seal the hole, and then 2) installed a new tube and aborted on the Stans. Even though we didn't get to hook back up after CVO and I bolted from the park in the heat of the storm (due to a tracks between us), I really, really appreciate that you guys waited. Thank you.
And finally, CVO proved that he's the most selfless, giving person we ride with. When the flat-debacle started, he stuck with me like fly paper (usually phone in-hand, getting the latest stats on the weather), despite my attempts to tell him to go on without me... Thanks CVO!
Happy Hump Day!