Before you go over to Bigworm’s place and read his “shiny happy people” version of the ride yesterday, you owe it to yourselves to stick with the BRC version, otherwise known as the truth.
It was a cold and lonely day in the forest yesterday, as I struggled along just out of reach of the warmth of brotherhood and camaraderie. I was the kid brother tagging along, dodging pine cones and rocks as the big kids shouted, “JUST GO BACK HOME JUANCHO OR WE’RE TELLING MOM!”
It was the coldest ride of the year, and not cold enough to impress upon some of you the ache and challenge this presented to us thin-blooded Southern folk, but cold all the same. It is a matter of perspective and acclimatization. The coldest ride is the coldest ride no?
I was wearing 4 or 5 layers and carrying more just in case I had to spend the night out there (Mystery the Untameable Stallion was involved). Towards the end I was wishing I had thought to bring fuel instead and didn’t relish the thought of slurping on a corner of my polypro longjohns to obtain a few nutrients.
We rode the godforsaken Twilight Zone trail, crown jewel of the new trail initiative. With the clearcuts, the shotgun shells, the sand pits, and the whoop de doo’s short on whoop or do, it was a less than lovely tromp thorugh the forest, the sound of wheezing occasionally disrupted by a fusillade from the firing range nearby ( I hope it was a firing range, I tell myself it was a firing range).
After extended periods of solitude I would abruptly ride up on the rest of the group feeling like Tom Hanks at the reception party in Castaway. The awkwardness of socialization quickly passed as the group wasted no time once again disappearing up the trail.
I guess the good news is, they kept saying, “You’re right behind us man, you’re practically riding with the group.”
Frozen tears don’t fall,
“Frozen tears don’t fall.”
That’s a good one.
I agree…good one.
Oh, but look at the bright side. 🙂 You didn’t get shot and you didn’t lose any appendages to frostbite. I’d chalk that up to an undefeated, successful ride in the woods, on the coldest day of the year so far, eh?
Oh yeah, high thirties. Minus 30 with the wind chill, or at least low thirties. Freezing you know, for here.
Frozen tears don’t Fall, that;s the name of my new emo band.
Yeah, I know the Tally winters. That’s a parka day down there! Brrrr.
poor guy. cold, alone on the trail, whiskers caked with frozen tears. it’s a pitiful picture you paint juancho. you come by my place soon so mrs. sinks can pour you a cuppa and you can lick my kids on a loop race around lake ella.
Look down and away when you say “emo band” dammit!
Too much salt in tears anyway, can’t freeze.
That’s the name of MY emo band, and yes, my shoelaces are down there still…
That was a tough guy ride. Mystery, Squatch, and Bushy gave me a lot to think about on that ride like: 1)When it would stop? 2)Why is it getting dark in my periferal vision? 3)Why are we are going faster up hill?
I want the same crew on some roots, leaves and logs, to see if the playing field gets a litte closer to my handicap.
Yes, down into the bumps and mud!
damn your funny when you whine! lol!!