One Monkey Story Imagined, One Monkey Story Real...

Dear Reader,

My name is Fatmarc Vanderbacon. I recently skipped a weekend of racing to write a paper, prep for a presentation and study for next week's exam. It was a hard weekend of studying and watching twitter updates of the races. Painful but true. I'm sure it's the right call, but I'm feeling the outside for sure...

Friday night.
We were out to get a quick bite and a drink. I'm a little bonky from my ride. Diane orders a Framboise. The waiter says,"very nice, that's a great selection." Monk smiles, and responds, "I know it's a good choice, I made it. I don't drink swill. If I wanted to drink the swill that he drinks, " Monkey pointed at me," I'd ask for that crap, but I want something that tastes good. That's why ordered what I did. But you know I don't want to talk about my drink, I want to talk about..."

'FATMARC!!!" Diane yelled at me.  I looked up. "What are you doing dude? are you going to order a drink?" Diane said to me. I was totally day dreaming. Combining Diane and the coffee scene from pulp fiction. None of it was real. It was all a bonky haze. Bonking out of my brains. "Sorry babe, I'm a little bonky... may I have a responders ale please?" Diner was alright. My beer was nice.

Sunday.

Monkey was riding one of her favorite trails. A couple of dudes came up on her. They didn't say anything. It kinda freaked Monk out a bit, and then.. then the dude buzzed her back wheel. Still, said nothing. Now, Diane is still recovering from a knee injury. She hasn't been riding much, and it's been really careful riding. But this, this tire buzzing was over the line. So she did what any reasonable person who hasn't ridden without pain since May, would do.

She got pissed and attacked.

She opened up a gap pretty quickly. Through the technical section she got through faster than the dudes and started to get away. She's Ruddy the Rabbit,

 Down the decent, they made up some ground and clawed back.Gravity always wins. As the trail pointed up, Diane stood and accelerated again. Up the switch backs she got clear for good.

Now any normal sane person, would have just finished up the section and gone home. But we Vanderbacons are hearty lot. Sane might not be the first word that comes to mind. So Diane made to the end of the section, and stopped to wait for the dudes. She took a drink from her bottle and when they rolled up, she smiled and said,"hey, good stuff, have a good ride!" As she put her bottle back in it's cage, and she rolled home. Smiling ear to ear...

Layla Digs the Car.

When Monk shared this experience with me, I asked her, "was that smart?" She smiled at me and said, "do you know how long it's been since I could make my bike go fast? since I've been chased? I know I can't help myself, but that was awesome. so. much. fun. She walked to the freezer and got a bag of ice for her knee.

I smiled. I wished she had just taken care of that knee. You know been smart. But, I understand, and yeah it was totally awesome. "be careful babe..."

thanks for reading.

respect
fatmarc