A little bit 'o this (like 8 hours worth)...
Turns this
Sunday dawned a bit early for many Cyclonauts, though Scott Gurst had undoubtedly been up for hours, and the 'quick spin' over to Sundance on empty bellies was brutal but the biscuits and gravy made up for most, if not all, of the damage done by Saturday's festivities and by the time the rain was really coming down good we were ready to ride!
Why not?:
You could poke your eye out.
You could cut your head off.
You could saw 13 spokes out of your wheel.
You could get hit by lightning.
Alford's Theorem # 1 - The worst that can happen, as in "What's the worst that can happen?" is drastically undervalued by a factor of 13. Eg. in the above scenario you might think that the "worst that could happen" would be for the widowmaker hanging over the trail to twist unexpectedly and land on Highroller, perhaps scratching him up, or maybe even resulting in a cut from the bow saw. Wrong! This factor = x. The worst that could happen is for the tree to twist unexpectedly and fall on Highroller pinning him to the ground by the groin while simultaneously breaking the tensioned saw blade and shooting a shrapnel fragment like a shuriken right thru the $350 digital camera used to take the photo and into the forehead of the photographer. While the photographer shrieks in pain, accidently switching the camera mode to video, thereby capturing the calamity for later review by the authorities, fire ants stream out of the fallen tree into Highroller's crotch while an oblivious ATV rider screams around the corner and wheelies over the debris. Lightning strikes the resulting wreckage. Anal-probing aliens, attracted by the subsequent explosion, descend and thoroughly anal-probe all on the scene then upload the video to YouTube just moments after Highroller's mother, in the process of being introduced to YouTube by her extended family during a family reunion, executes a search for her son's name. Thus the true value of "worst" = x times 13 or x13. Thusly Alford's Theorem #1 can be simply expressed as W = x13. Just keep it in mind.
Little West Magnolia tour for our intrepid duo as Saturday morn dawns bright and clear (and Hot!) in the highcountry. So off we toodle only to encounter some killer drifts lingering in the shady areas and fallen trees every couple hundred yards...
Scuttling for home, hunched over dreading every thunderclap, Highroller thinks better of wearing a metal lightning rod on his back so he attempts to ride out the last miles carrying his pack in one hand...
Night ride got off to a typical bIKE cLUB launch with sideways sleety rain in the face and windborne gravel in the eyes. Many may have thought that with progeny-bearing Chainsaw in tow the Uber-Ancestors on High may call on account of rain, flash floods, etc. but sadly was not to be and all toiled up Canyon, trepidation riding shotgun, along with an inexplicably road bike equipped Sasquatch. Despite how these rides tend to evolve conditions actually got better and better, Logan Mill and the trails in perfect tackiness and much berming and haunching ensued...Never a doubt!
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