I was summoned to the Barrel Rolls (apparently there are two or more of them) at high noon. I was a little skeptical seeing that I was not Andrew Jackson, nor can I accurately throw a barrel cactus as to hit someone at 50 paces. With this anxiety in my heart, I showed up early and shot my bikes, just to ensure I had the aim down.
I know exactly what you are thinking right now. The first thing that came to mind when you saw the picture to the left was damn those stanchions are dirty. When was the last time that thing saw some service? Well kids, it would be about ten days ago. It’s my wife’s bike and she didn’t wipe down the stanchions. If you have a problem with it, you can contact her. She’s an adult and can handle things herself.
Second, you probably noticed that the sticker on that downtube is one of those elusive white Mooseknuckler Climbing/Cycling Alliance stickers. And you are probably right now wondering how you could get your grimy little hands on one or two of those. The answer to that is here. While you are there you might as well pick up a kick ass wallet as well…
High noon came and high noon went. I was left standing in the parking lot at the trailhead for Barrel Roll(s) with KB. I wasn’t about to have a duel with her so we started to make phone calls to the thousands five people who said they were to show. Apparently, high noon did not meen 12 o’clock it meant something more around the time of 12:23ish.
That is correct Sir Prattipus III was late to his own duel and I’m sure Andrew Jackson would have killed him for it.
Once the Mooseknucklers had gathered, we decided it best to leave the duel for another day and ride our bikes instead. And ride our bikes we did. The whole group headed up the Barrel Roll(s) with none other than Sassy Pants herself, Cameron leading the charge. Not only was she riding but she found her purple steed hopping from rock to rock. I guess that’s why they call them Rockhoppers.
Once the inconsiderate jerks decided that we could no longer wait for Sassy Pants, the group split leaving Super D and Roller Coaster Kim to enjoy Sassy Pants’ company while the rest of us headed around the roll(s).
And headed we did.
The dirt was tacky but still loose in some spots. Surprising, I know, seeing that the Japanese Gods of Cycling dumped all of Lake Bottom Bracket on us yesterday. The desert just absorbed all that water and didn’t even burp.
Good times were had. While those good times were being had, someone (KB) suggested that the Alliance change its name. Blasphemy, I know. However, it has been proposed that we change it to the Mooseknuckler Cycling/Climbing Pack. There could be an Alpha male and an Alpha female. It could be easier to figure out who has the Mooseknuckle in their hearts and who doesn’t. I think we will leave it to a vote. We are very democratic here in the Mooseknuckler Cyling/Climbing Pack/Alliance.
Anyway, you should have all submitted your orders for white Mooseknuckler stickers by now and I know that every one of you has clicked a link to one of those stupid ads on the right of the screen. Just remember, all of these things help procure funds for the next opening of the Lounge.
Yup, it was one of those posts…
Out.