144: thundercats are go!

"Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,

And sorry I could not travel both

And be one traveler, long I stood

And looked down one as far as I could

To where it bent in the undergrowth."

Saturday morning was spent with a good crew of folks working in the Granogue course. Lots of raking, and bridge building, and trimming. All good stuff that help to make this race as special as it is. Even for those of us that have only been able to do the race twice in the some 9 or 12 years of the race, the juice is still worth the squeeze. Thanks to everyone who gave up their time to help work on the course. Granogue is coming together nicely. Will you be there?

after putting in some quality work time, we put in some quality play time:

C3-Sollay teammate Cruella on the roll in.

International Man of Mystery, Les Leach makes Fitzy's delight look easy:

In the past the knock on Green Trek John (on his bologna bianchi) was that he had a huge motor but not so great bike handling skills. On Fitzy's delight, one of the toughest sections of Granogue, John shows how far he has come.

Dennisbike is one of the original bad asses in our region. He defines well rounded cyclist, excelling in each discipline he has tackled. People talk about local legends. To me he is the epitome. Even more than his riding is how much he gives back to the community, from his photos to the time donated at countless races, to the wisdom his passes down to saps like me. Watch him eat this up.

Sunday, saw me grabbing Jebbager out of bed and throwing him in the back of the toaster.

"get in the car long hair!!!"

We ended up at French Creek meeting JDub, Joel (every time I hang out with this guy I like him more), Chappy, Baggy Short Dan, Sanford and son, Mike, Brey la-la, Wheelie Ted, Andrea, and a couple other folks I'm sure I missing. Jeff tried to poison us by over lubing his chain before we left. The car stunk of pro-chain lube, and almost asphyxiated us both. At French Creek, one of my favorite places to ride, We left with a big group, but shortly trimmed down to a little more manageable number.

French Creek is such an amazing place to ride, so different from my normal diet. I was loving the rocks, and carving the trails. Considering how poorly I have been riding the rock gardens at B-wine lately, I was pretty stoked with my ride today. It was pretty outstanding.

On the way out of the park, Jeb practically passed out. I'm guessing 4 hours with Slick Rik Saturday, and our nice tour today took a little out of the guy. He sure as hell didn't show it on the bike. Thanks to Bike Line crew for letting a couple of crossers sit in.

" I shall be telling this with a sigh

Somewhere ages and ages hence:

Two roads diverged in a wood,

and I--I took the one less traveled by,

And that has made all the difference."

Brian, Jeb's dad also has realized the aerodynamic benefits of lycra when cutting the grass.

respect.

faticus

(poem by frost.)