And once again, the Goose wins.

So we did get out and ride the part of the Goose on Sunday. It turned out that all of the excitement to ride was just BS and it was just Prattipuss and me on our bikes. We headed out and almost immediately Prattipuss’ seatpost suddenly drops. Ok. That was odd. Let’s continue. It happens again. Ok. Fiddle with the cable. It happens again. So the short of the short is that the post wouldn’t stay up or down, it just stayed wherever the weight was or wasn’t. You can see the internal problem of the post here.

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We made it to the South Rim and then basically turned around. This makes three times now that I have been to the Goose and have not once made it past Hidden Canyon. I guess I will have to try again this weekend. You in?

Now on a separate note, only being separate because it is too damn funny to be included in the above story. As we were headed out on the main road to the Goose, I had to slow down because there was a van stopped on the right side of the road blocking most of the road. Next to the van was a dude in full riding gear, including helmet and his bike laying in the road. His bike was blocking most of the other side. The van had prunie plates. Prattipuss told me not to stop but the guy waved us down and I was going pretty damn slow as to not hit this moron. Of course he was lost, how? I don’t know. We gave him instructions and as I was finally driving away, I noticed the other guy sitting in the driver’s seat. He also had his helmet on. Straps all cinched down and ready to rock. In the front seat of his mom-mobile.

Anyways…. (remember the S is for Bryce)

I was hoping to get a bit of a ride in yesterday, but I can barely move. So instead of riding I’m writing about not being able to ride… In my defense I moved wood for about 8 hours yesterday.

This is what I looked like when I was done.

At least I will be able to heat my house all winter.

P. L. and R.