The ride begins with some technical single track that at times is frustrating as the riders often need to dismount from their bikes to navigate around down trees and flooded trails. Given their lack of conditioning, the riders use these down times to regain their breath and remind themselves of the downhill single track that awaits them a mere mile away.
At one point, we stop to take some photos of the riding, however the camera apparently is also Pats fan and has chosen to call in a sick day. We did manage capture a single photo of the rare and elusive "jackass-in-the-tree".
The faulty camera is no match for the riders' tenacity and the group pushes on. Eventually the riders reach what they came for - fast downhill single track.
Jim releases a war cry from his $3 knock-off English bell. Angry squirrels take note when they mistake the noise for the ice cream man only to find his sorry ass. Dan keeps the squirrels at bay with a deafening hell screech from his lube deprived rear derailleur (note to self...Buy lube you cheap bastard).
An hour later, the riders exit the forest with shiteating grins and renewed optimism about all the riding that they will undertake in the new year. Jim thanks his trusty Jimmy Dean links for the extra boost of energy, while some of us decide to part ways with the preride Chili Diet. All in all a good day of riding, and more importantly a shorten work day for the awaiting house projects.
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