The Bike Check Wednesday continues at the elementary school. A co-worker and I show up with a stand, a pump(s), and small toolbox and make some kid bikes safe. You might be surprised at the state in which some kid bikes are kept. Hopefully it encourages riding to school.
Further notice regarding the Full PINK Moon: Friday evening, at 6pm, a nucleus will form at the top of the incline. The nucleus will there form a protective coating, and divide to grow through some backroad, doubletrack, and singletrack until it reaches a critical mass at the graveyard. From which point, the cell will continue expanding Northwards, encompassing Fort Ord and continuing to Castroville, where it is artichoke season.
I had a fine time at the semi-annual Windjammer Classic Invitational Bicycle Race and Scrimshaw Competition.
Beginning at Brady's with a shot of Old Crow and a cold can of beer while some gal from the hairdresser's next door wanders over in her plastic hair bag and gown for a drink while her hair gets did...boded well. Drinking beers and riding hard, both on and off-road, is where it's at. If you're into fun.
I totally won the stage from Branciforte to Casalegno's.
Of course, things will deteriorate. Chasing all the suspension laden fat bikes down the singletrack was exciting! The creeping sundown under the redwoods only added to the over-all sense of urgency.
Then Captain Jim Skinner began the jukebox ABBA.
Favorite moment? The super tanked yahoo at the table to our left, who yelled "Hey biker-guys?! You lose!" as he gave us not 1, but, 2 hearty thumbs' down.
Also, the Full Thunder Moon did not appear according to schedule. Oh sure, it put in a token appearance for the Windjammer- over the Pacific as we sat and ate our greasy drive-in veggie burger/onion rings on a bench overlooking the ocean- but the main event having been scheduled for last night was determinedly overcast. After shining like a beacon all day, the sky became increasingly cloudy as the FNG (fuckingnewguy) and meself (where were you?) dropped that sweet singletrack in the increasing gloom of sprinkly fog.
I will limit my editorializing to this:People. Drink lots of water. I have seldom witnessed such a complete and instant crumble as that shown by the FNG. Heroic and hilarious. Dehydration is a killer. But, he never complained. Not one time. Despite several (and escalating) outbursts of frustration with his form/endurance/clumsiness, he never complained. I listened to it all while knowing that I still had to ride up and over after all that.
The Bike Check Wednesday continues at the elementary school. A co-worker and I show up with a stand, a pump(s), and small toolbox and make some kid bikes safe. You might be surprised at the state in which some kid bikes are kept. Hopefully it encourages riding to school.
