If I could put together the ultimate ride from all of the rides I have ever done I would start with that session of bike joust where I met my friend Todd back in 1991. He hopped onto a picnic table, leaving us speechless and enamored. We would ride to the top of the hill on campus on College Avenue and roll through the gazebo on Park, clearing the impatiens. Past the fountain at Ruby Diamond auditorium, launching the drops in front of the dorms, but when we turned left towards Landis Green we would find ourselves climbing an unnamed hill in western Wyoming, where we would pause in the dusk and watch two wapiti in rut, blocking our way. When the way was clear we would continue on, cresting the hill and dropping down the back side of the Hawthorne bridge into downtown Portland where we would Pick it Up! Super-Rush! down the 5th Avenue bus mall, one hand on the side of a moving bus, tucked in the crease between the curb and death, grey grit splattering into our mouths. Package delivered we turn to the forest and make that bad decision again to circumnavigate Cedar Rock in Pisgah National Forest. We would pass that night hungry, damp, shivering, then rise at pre-dawn and grind our way up the mountain to the familiar Munson Hills trail, before the clay. We would be fat. Miserable. Broken. Determined. We would exit that loop changed and strong again, chasing a mere boy in cutoffs through obscure Mississippi single track and watching him drift ahead. Locals rule everywhere do they not!
We would catch him, but he would be J.B. and we would be at the Pole Barn, snapping into cleats for a nighttime ride of Razorback, everyone at least 3 Orange Whips in the bag. We would watch the Doctor plow through the trees, unhurt and unaware as we laughed until we couldn’t see for the tears in our eyes.
Who would be there? All of us of course.
I saw a recent post; one of those motivational things, saying that when your life plays out before your eyes, be sure it’s worth watching.
Well there ya have it. Looks like you have a damn fine highlight reel rolling, right now.
Fucking awesome. Now I am working my own dream ride in my head, but its too late to print, the master got there before me and left a flag to mark it.
No way. This is first in a series. Let’s see what you’ve got.
I don’t write about bikes any more. I am trying to drive off my last few blog readers with tales of woe and nashing of teeth (real and fictional). I think of myself as Tom Waits in an empty bar.
The piano has been drinking again hasn’t it?
Sheeeeesh! I have done that ride a hundred times.
Get with it Jaunch…the recall has to include some stuff you have not done yet.
Then..you be TIME traveling me friend!!
🙂 Hee heee!
Nice words, enjoyed VERY much!
beautiful, and completely possible to recreate this ride, well, except for the whole, “before the clay” aspect.