As I mentioned in yesterday’s post, this weekend is the one that you have all been awaiting. The weekend when the Mooseknucklers of the world descend upon Southern Utah with a vengeance and ride that poor animal known as the Goose.
As you can see the weather isn’t going to be too awesome. If I had more sense of planning and doing these things ahead of time, I would have ordered us a nicer weekend, but alas it is my weakness. And as such, we’ll just have to deal with what we’ve been given.
I can’t make any guarantees because I don’t feel like you should have any expectations, but in the past, this weekend has been epic. You might think to expect midgets, gnomes, hot air balloons, jumping jacks, free endless booze, uphill effortless travel, free food, bearded ladies, bad music, somebody burping, lots of riding and beer. And if you were to expect that, you would be somewhat overselling the whole thing.
I like to look at life as a series of stepping stones that lead us to where we want to be. As such, this weekend’s stones are as follows:
1. The Mooseknucklermobile will be leaving the Lounge Saturday evening at an undetermined time but that will happen sometime after 5pm.
2. We plan to land somewhere around the point and will be camping out there.
3. We will be having a campfire and probably some beer (you should bring some too).
4. Sunday we will ride the Goose, hard. After which, if we can still stand and haven’t been bucked off too hard, we will do a run or two on Grafton (bring a big, squishy type bike).
5. We will sit around drinking beer (again bring your own) and telling each other how awesome it was that time when we rode over the rock and then turn left and went down cuz you know that’s what’s going to happen.
If you plan to attend, let someone know. You don’t want to end up like that jack ass in that stupid movie who had to cut off his arm so he would have something to eat because he got stuck in a canyon due to a rock slide that smashed all his P&J sandwiches.
If you need some visual cue as to what this weekend will look like, check this video I stole from the DC boys.
That dude has some weird ass ways to look at the world. Also, notice that last scene and the RV resort sign he is riding. If you drive to the Goose form SG, you will see that sign.
Speaking of young peeps and riding of two-wheeled love machines, the Alliance was spotted riding some singletrack but mostly a bunch of dirt roads that used to be singletrack (thanks a lot motorized fuckers) yesterday afternoon. This is important so pay attention. This will be happening every Thursday from now until it’s too hot to ride after work.
And even more importantly the Flying Monkeys were there. It did my cold, dark heart some good to see the kids rocking the knobbies on stiff rear ends and hauling some serious ass. The next generation of mooseknucklers not only made it through their gestation period but has hatched and is already shredding the gnar. Yup, everyone knows Mooseknucklers hatch and don’t have belly buttons.
And to answer the YMCA’s (Youth Mooseknuckler Cycling Alliance) question, yup I guess I am going to put it up on the blog.
That’s the news. If you don’t ride this weekend you are a sinner and need to repent.
P. L. and R.
