Hooptihoorah!

I just got back from the Alliance night ride. Yes it is usually on Wednesday but the “guys” wanted to go tonight instead of playing pool. Who am I to say any different? We met at Mr. Pratt’s house at 7 p.m. and drove over to the bottom of the Bear Claw Poppy trail. Bryce didn’t make it very far. I rode for a few minutes and turned around to see the Gurrman’s headlight but Bryce’s was nowhere to be seen. I waited for Ryan and we then both waited for Bryce. After a few minutes we could see him and he was moving for a second, then he stopped. We turned around to see what the hell was wrong. Apparently, he had replaced his chain with a gold one, and his cogs with ten speed, Miche cogs. Remember, he is riding a single speed. He readjusted his chain length and we rode about another 100 yards and his chain falls off again. Bryce is out, he turns around and rides home. Now it’s just me and Sir Gurr. We rode up to Clavicle Hill and then branched off to the Stucki Springs trail. Then we climbed. After climbing to the point where we both thought our lights were going to run out before we got back, we turned around. This is where it gets fun. We bombed that shit. Yes, bombed it. Gurr was in front and the rooster tail of dust he was throwing at me was serious. I couldn’t really see because of the dust and was just riding on pure faith. Did I mention I’m a religious man? We bombed all the way back to the car. I hope we didn’t hurt anybody with all those bombs. Damn that was a kick ass ride. One of the better Alliance rides we have had.

 In unrelated news, I’m getting divorced. ‘nuf said.

Let’s see, I had something else I was going to write about. It seems to be evading me right now. Anyways, my new wheels are the pimpdiggity or something, they really kick ass, for sure. It sounds like a 30cc two stroke engine when I freewheel, but that is awesome cause it scares the competition. Sir Gurr kept saying that he felt like he was running away from one of the plagues. If you haven’t seen these yet, check ‘em out.

Apparently, I may have offended those readers of the crawling spider gallery who are racers. I’m sorry but there was a team out on the Goose this weekend that really pissed me off. Basically, they didn’t yield to ProZac and I as we were climbing. I’m sure they had to keep their heart rate up and stuff, but I don’t care. They should have stopped and let us pass and then they could have continued. They were riding paceline style and everything. As I said. I’ll leave it at that.

Well, I got to prove that I know something about Spanish history so I’ll let you posers go.

Life goes on. Ride it on a bike.