I'm tired, sore, and broke: It was a great weekend!
A friend rode up from Ft. Worth to hang out. I met her in a church parking lot on Hwy 9 (about the closest you'll get me to a church). When she showed up, she wouldn't come into the parking lot, but parked instead on the precariously narrow shoulder of the road. I thought at first that she refused to even come onto the property of the church, but then she walked across the gravel and didn't burst into flame or anything. She just doesn't like to take her bike onto gravel (her legs are so short that only the tips of her toes touch the ground when she comes to a stop).
Rum, Whiskey, spaghetti, chocolate, and 80's post-apocalyptic cinema were consumed, good times were had.
The next morning we walked around and looked at trees. Sunny insists that she's a tree hugger, but I didn't see her hug a single one (though to be fair I think there might have been too many and she couldn't pick just one.)
Action Man showed up, and I fixed the back brake on his Spectre. My stepbrother showed up and I adjusted the shock preload on his Night Rod. Then we all set off up the driveway. I put Sunny in front so I could keep an eye on her, since the driveway is gravel. The problem came when she turned right at the end of the driveway instead of left. Right is uphill, and pretty steep. She made it off the gravel just fine, but then stalled and fell over in the middle of the road. Action Man and I leapt into, well, action and picked her bike up before one of the yokels could fly over the top of the hill and cream us all...
We stood around at the end of the driveway for a minute to let the shock wear off and make sure nothing was broken on either Sunny or her ride. I maneuvered it onto the pavement, pointing downhill. We all took off, me first, then Sunny, with Action Man and my bro bringing up the rear. We escorted her back to Hwy 9, and when we guys peeled off to go to Draper Lake, she kept going.
Quite the adventure was had on the curves at Draper, working on our chicken strips. At one point I entered a corner too hot and had to scramble, though the designers had thankfully put the entrance to another road right where I needed it, so I didn't have to go off into the weeds. (The lesson here is not to attack a 15mph curve at 35mph...)
Here's a funny shot. I have a photo VERY similar to this one from last year, where my brother and Action Man are trying to get out of frame:
Compare:
Oh, and my chain held together just fine, thank you very much!
A friend rode up from Ft. Worth to hang out. I met her in a church parking lot on Hwy 9 (about the closest you'll get me to a church). When she showed up, she wouldn't come into the parking lot, but parked instead on the precariously narrow shoulder of the road. I thought at first that she refused to even come onto the property of the church, but then she walked across the gravel and didn't burst into flame or anything. She just doesn't like to take her bike onto gravel (her legs are so short that only the tips of her toes touch the ground when she comes to a stop).
Rum, Whiskey, spaghetti, chocolate, and 80's post-apocalyptic cinema were consumed, good times were had.
The next morning we walked around and looked at trees. Sunny insists that she's a tree hugger, but I didn't see her hug a single one (though to be fair I think there might have been too many and she couldn't pick just one.)
Action Man showed up, and I fixed the back brake on his Spectre. My stepbrother showed up and I adjusted the shock preload on his Night Rod. Then we all set off up the driveway. I put Sunny in front so I could keep an eye on her, since the driveway is gravel. The problem came when she turned right at the end of the driveway instead of left. Right is uphill, and pretty steep. She made it off the gravel just fine, but then stalled and fell over in the middle of the road. Action Man and I leapt into, well, action and picked her bike up before one of the yokels could fly over the top of the hill and cream us all...
We stood around at the end of the driveway for a minute to let the shock wear off and make sure nothing was broken on either Sunny or her ride. I maneuvered it onto the pavement, pointing downhill. We all took off, me first, then Sunny, with Action Man and my bro bringing up the rear. We escorted her back to Hwy 9, and when we guys peeled off to go to Draper Lake, she kept going.
Quite the adventure was had on the curves at Draper, working on our chicken strips. At one point I entered a corner too hot and had to scramble, though the designers had thankfully put the entrance to another road right where I needed it, so I didn't have to go off into the weeds. (The lesson here is not to attack a 15mph curve at 35mph...)
Here's a funny shot. I have a photo VERY similar to this one from last year, where my brother and Action Man are trying to get out of frame:
Compare:
Oh, and my chain held together just fine, thank you very much!
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sydfloyd:
Looks like you had a good time. How else you been lately?
surlyclown:
I am indeed involved in that 'Flash Gordon'. All I can say is that sometimes, life requires sacrifice.