Fire Marshall Ed
- Feb 9, 2000
OMG - What a weekend, a million things to report but I can prolly only remember a dozen or so. Thursday the true hard core riders (Thumbs, ScarTissue, FremontGuy and myself) meet up and get our camps all set up. Friday sees the four of us go out for a short ride that turned very long :) I got to lead most of the way since I was the only one that had been there before. Ugh About 15 minutes into the ride up towards Jackass peak we came across a fellow rider in dire straights. Jackass has a new element in one its many rock sections that is NASTY. This guy was only about 6 ft off the trail but it was almost straight down and his fellow riding buddies were nowhere to be seen. After 3 of us helped muscle his bike up (while someone else took pics :) ) we were off again. The ride was going great until we again meet up with this fellow (this time with his kids) and they have a puppy who looks to be about 1.5 yrs old, 35-40 lbs. We were 20 miles from nowhere and this dog had a flat tire on his right rear. After much deliberation I somehow ended up with a dog across my lap, left arm around his neck and trying to ride trails. A few sections dictated letting go of the dog and grabbing the bars with BOTH hands - all the while trying to squeeze my new friend with elbows and knees. After about 17 more miles and me ready to die and give in we hand her off to a ranger and head back to camp. The next day sees DirtJunkie, Kali, Bob, GSR, Kip and others in camp and ready to ride. 54 miles of trail and a few get offs later lead a rousing night of absolute hilarity around a fire and great food. There isn't a soul in the crowd that isn't full of it has a 1,000 wise cracks. I would have to say that Kip probably wins for the most hilarious but he also gets the nod on being the most 'out there'. Sunday morning we saddle up for a short (1-2 hr ride) with DirtJunkie leading (big mistake) and end up on the most technical stuff I have ever seen at KM. Kip literally trashes his back tire before the halfway point and then proceeds to rip spokes out, put gashes in the tire and thrash the nice excel rim trying to get back to camp. Did I mention that it was ROCKY? Thumbs and Scar volunteer to escort him back and probably have some good reports on that endeavor. 3.5 hours later the rest of the us manage to limp back into camp. We made it up to 9909 ft in elevation and saw some stunning views, some were nature and some were bike related :) And now for the good ending - the rangers were unable to find the puppies owner so GSR and I gave them our info and she came home with us. We have named her 'Kennedy" since thats where we found her and I am hoping that we dont get a call from her parents in the next couple of weeks. Should have some pics up soon. Oh yeah -0 if the owners do call - they have to pay for my deep thigh bruise and bent Renthals that were sustained as a result of trying to ride 1 handed too long. If ever there was a time a Scotts Dampner would have been worth its weight in gold :( All in all I managed to log 130 some odd miles (90% of which were trails), cant find anything that isn't somewhat sore on my old worn out self, meet some great new riding buddies a had an awesome new addition to the family fall into my lap. AWESOME.