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s the day that we have assigned to be our changing over of time, has come and gone many things have lingered through the hazy halls of my mind. In the spaces in between, if you will. Without torturing you with all the inner workings of that maze, let me just say that I am thankful for the people I have met, have ridden with and those who have befriended me.
I’ve always held that my best friends are those with whom I have shared singletrack. There is something mystical about riding that forges bonds, bromances and what have yous. For the past three years I have had the opportunity to go riding with many students at Dixie State College as part of the Mooseknuckler Cycling Alliance outreach program. I get eight rides to show the ropes of riding dirty. I hope I do it justice.
There are students that I enjoy, students I don’t remember, those that linger in my mind like bad socks and those that become friends. The above picture is of a Norwegian student that came through my class, taking it multiple times and whose company I always enjoyed. Not because he was the best rider. Not because he thought like me. Rather because he always had something to say that made me think. He was an outside opinion. I got to ride one last time with Erlend over the Xmas break and as always enjoyed it.
He is off to greener pastures and the Alliance wishes him the best of luck…
Speaking of pastures and the things that tend to lay within them, we had our third Alley Cat this past Friday. Fortunately, the only people to show were more interested in racing to the bar to have a drink than doing any actual racing. So we headed to Jazzy’s by the straightest path and never looked back. I have saved the course for this month’s race, unless the same friends show up and we just want a beer.
Speaking of this month and its inaugural sense, we had the second installation of the Mooseknuckler Cycling Alliance’s No Dabs Gooseberry Contest type ordeal. The contestants were few but came ready to rock. Prattipus, Shelby, Kevin Foote, the Berg and I headed up the South Rim to try our luck against one of the hardest trails in the area. We all faired quite well. I must admit it gave me pride to listen to the Berg counting hers and trying her best not to dab. She did well.
In the series, Prattipus and I find ourselves tied at two dabs each.
The Photo Evidences.
In mentioning photo evidences, Shelby has some good ones over on his blog as well. Check it out.
The weather has been pretty much on the amazing side for the past couple of weeks. If you haven’t been riding you should be ashamed.
P. L. and R.