Partyapalooza Cinco mutha-trucker!
Sometimes once is not enough, sometimes even 3 times does not beat the message into the thick, bony knobs we Cyclonauts call heads. Need proof? Tickler 4, need I say more? All’s fair in love and war Footsoldiers and some things that aren’t even fair in war (mustard gas, torture) are STILL fair in love but deep deep down, somewhere beneath the cerebellum, wrapped lovingly around our reptilian subcortex is a ticking time bomb of a genetic program bred and mutated thru centuries of eons by Thems That Must Not be Named that will, eventually, MAKE you ride Tickler 4 (or 5 depending upon whom’s counting). Is this fair? No. Is this justice? How can we maintain our illusion of sovereignity with the Uber Ancestors lurking like creepy (or even creepier than normal at least) puppet masters on high, waiting patient as the spiders they so closely resemble to yank our strings, jerk our chains and otherwise make us dance the dance of bIKE cLUB yet again with no mercy or consideration for the plans, social or otherwise, we might have been engaged in. Alas such protestations fall upon deaf ears, or at least deaf ‘scaly timpanums’ and earn your most humble of scribes yet another gut-wrenching spray of acidic poison to the face. But be thee thusly warned nonetheless. You will ride Tickler 4/5! You may think you’re just hopping on the bike to run over to the Corner Bar, you may be test riding a Pista, you may even just accidentally brush up against a bicycle but when you eventually come to you’ll find your self hours into a brush-with-death journey up up up Four Mile Canyon and onto the Ticker 4 course. So why not plan for it in advance and wear you’re special squishy shorts?
Sure you can ask “Why? Why me? Why now?” but let me assure you that your lamentations, however heartfelt, are but the pleasing drone of worker bees to Those Who Lurk, no more potential to be rewarded with answers than a viewer of “Lost”, no more effective than a moth trying to headbutt his way thru the windshield of a 747 and sadly even less likely to be successful than Edward Norton in upcoming“The Hulk” remake. Located as we are in the stinking cesspool of the Yampa we, and here I employ the imperial “we”, will not be able to effectively plan such a sojourn, nor even ineffectively plan, as is our standard modus operandi so you will be left to your own devices and natural deviousness. But get ‘er done as Aug 1-2-3 we will celebrate the completion of this Incredible Journey at the previously mentioned Partyapalooza Cinco! 5 blades for 5 times the closeness! (this made slightly more sense when it was Partyapalooza Quattro) Partyapalooza will also celebrate the hatching days of lada lada lada as you all know well, will take place in Steamboat Springs and will likely involve a massive ride on Sat 8/2, a smaller ride on Emerald Mtn on 8/3 and as much tubing, drinking, drinking, fly fishing, bbq, cold beers for drinking, alpine sliding and whatnot as you can stand. Finishers of The Tickler will finally reap their just reward and never again be asked to ride the Tickler. Also a finishers t-shirt will be presented! Seriously!
If you’ve just skipped right down to the bottom than I cheer your time management skills…Aug 1-2-3 2008 Steamboat Springs Partyapalooza Cicno! Be there!
Chainsaw chewed up Mad Creek last night on her beloved Yeti while Highroller and the Big Fish hiked in and checked out some good looking climbing routes. Beautiful evening and so sweet to have good trails right down the road. Mad Creek was overflowing with snowmelt and roaring!
Pack 'o Alfords took on the dreaded Sanitas time trial Sunday morning, my first time up Sanitas since the last TT, won by the Albino Sasquatch in about 30:30 if I recall correctly. Well we just missed nipping that record (by about half an hour) with TSA along for the ride but had a sweet hike all the same. Killer day and lotsa memories on the trail. Man, how many days have we run, hiked or bouldered on Sanitas over the years?
, though she might have been involved in some naked chicken fights here and there...
In an attempt to bounce back from the disastrous Zippety outing Chainsaw, Highroller and Mr T headed north of Craig to ride a dry rolling loop of singletrack on Cedar Mtn. What could be better than a few miles on the toasty, sage covered, high desert slopes of Cedar Mtn!
