Unless of course you were one of the three other people who rode with me this weekend and then you might have a claim. If so, go ahead and file your complaint here.
It’s still August and I still live in SG. This means that the average day is over 100 degrees and riding is limited to morning hours and once the sun goes down. Fortunately for the Alliance, this past weekend we had a nice little thunderstorm run through this neck of the desert and the temps dropped significantly. We drove around with the windows down…
To start things out, one of the newer members of the Alliance Rob “Hollywood” Girouard threw a nice little get together that got the majority of the Southern Alliance members together. As such, a ride was planned for the next day. It was Roller Coaster Kim and Big D’s anniversary. They were planning on riding Little Creek and allowed us to tag along.
We met at 9 at their house. To be honest I thought they would still be in bed when we got there but they were eating breakfast. We loaded up Danny’s truck and headed out of town. We realized that neither of us had done the outer loop without Sir Pratt, but we thought we could figure it out, seeing that we had ridden it a million times.
We made our way to the trail head. Upon arrival, the weather was absolutely spectacular. There were plenty of clouds in the sky and there was a slight breeze. It had to be hovering right around 70 degrees. It made me feel bad for leaving the dogs at home, especially seeing that there were plenty of water holes… Anyways it seemed about perfect for riding and I’m not one to complain or brag but this had to have something to do with Kharma.
We rode the outer loop.
As many of you know, KB has a distinct grunt/growl that she often times expells when she is either scared or things are hard. Our little trip on Little Creek was no exception, but the grunting and growling seems to have worn off on Kim. She began to scream and howl, much like one would on a roller coaster. So we are now calling her Roller Coaster Kim.
The ride was awesome, slow, but definitely awesome. This was the first time I had been back to the mesa since I cracked my elbow in March. It was everything I remembered it being and more. I’m stoked for the upcoming mesa riding season.
Then came Monday, which may not be part of the weekend but was part of mine seeing I had Sunday and Monday off. Due to my guilt from leaving the dogs at home, I loaded them up in the morning and headed out to the Goose. Lily has strick doctor’s orders to not run with bikes, so I took it easy and let her set the pace. I rode for two hours and only made it up the South Rim to Hidden Canyon and then back down the road. The dogs had a blast.
Until next week…
Peace. Love. and Revolution.