RR: Deer Crossing at Twilight

I visited a friend and her daughter at St. Lukes' Hospital downtown a
block or two from some trailheads, and figured since I was already
there, I sure oughta get a ride in. Perfect logic, huh? It had been a
long time. This virtual mtnbiking with the trainer and dvds just wasn't
feeding the need. So I Ieft our friends in pediatric around 3pm, itching
more than a junky on a 3 day lockup.

Sunny, cold, clear.

Park at the abandoned school house on Reserve, changed clothes right
there, complimentary mooning of my scrawny a$$ for anyone desperate
enough to look at a naked doof pulling on bib tights in freezing
weather. Then I notice a group of Boise Firemen working on some
mechanical gizmo. Now then I miss my ole govt job where they'd pay me
to lift weights, shoot guns, and take out the garbage. O well, I'm a
pathetic office jockey now. Time to ride.

Organize the gear, set the alarm on the S.U.B. (sports utility beater).
Always amazes people it has an alarm. Me too.

The Gray Lady singlespeed needs a lil juice from the CO2, pack the deep
freeze gloves and extra jac onto the camelback, and awaaaay we go!

Tool around Military Reserve for about half an hour, climbing too hard,
too soon. Rather ambitious given my age, the temperature and the grades
I was tackling on the one-trick pony.

Eventually cut across to Shaw Mountain Road and tool it up to
Tablerock. (The Freak might remeber the night we set up lawn chairs
there with the koolaid glasses, but I digress.) This is a perfect spin
on the singlespeed. Steep enough to hurt, but easy enough to keep from
surrendering.

You locals will recognize this next spectacle, but as I'm about
halfway up the dirt road portion of the climb, near the top, I'm
thinking, "Brown, this is real tough, you oughta stop" and the other
voice says, "keep pedalling your lazy a$$, you know you love it!" I
look up to see 18 full grown deer crossing the track just 20 feet in
front of me. Always a serene and beautiful sight. Loved it.

Get to the top, and the sunset is glorious. It's about 35 degf, windy
and feelin good! Groovalicious! See some smiling hikers, and even a
few riders up there.

Mark my territory by taking a truly manly whiz off the cliff and watch
the arc float down to splash on the rocks waaay below.

Slam the seat down, growl, howl, and rock down the face. Catch up with
the Old Pen trail, ride part of Quarry and Castlerock trail, Hot Springs
trail, and pieces of several others. Do that one long climb that cuts up
to the left, and then start running out of daylight (and gas). Boy that
was fun to just get off the trainer and get out there and bust it up.

Commit to staying on dirt as much as possible, so I work my way over to
a trail that runs under Shaw Mtn, and eventually spits me out halfway up
Shaw Mtn. Turn on my helmet light (bright blue L.E.D.) Book it back to
the S.U.B., stop for a gallon of cold water and two hot dogs. Then
home to Mamma.

Life is good my friends.
__________________
Now remember boys and girls. Real men don't buy upgrades--they ride up
grades. Paladin


--
Chris Brown

Chris Brown wrote:
I visited a friend and her daughter at St. Lukes' Hospital downtown a
block or two from some trailheads, and figured since I was already
there, I sure oughta get a ride in. Perfect logic, huh? It had been a
long time. This virtual mtnbiking with the trainer and dvds just
wasn't feeding the need. So I Ieft our friends in pediatric around
3pm, itching more than a junky on a 3 day lockup.

Sunny, cold, clear.

Park at the abandoned school house on Reserve, changed clothes right
there, complimentary mooning of my scrawny a$$ for anyone desperate
enough to look at a naked doof pulling on bib tights in freezing
weather. Then I notice a group of Boise Firemen working on some
mechanical gizmo. Now then I miss my ole govt job where they'd pay me
to lift weights, shoot guns, and take out the garbage. O well, I'm a
pathetic office jockey now. Time to ride.

Organize the gear, set the alarm on the S.U.B. (sports utility
beater). Always amazes people it has an alarm. Me too.

The Gray Lady singlespeed needs a lil juice from the CO2, pack the
deep freeze gloves and extra jac onto the camelback, and awaaaay we
go!

Tool around Military Reserve for about half an hour, climbing too
hard, too soon. Rather ambitious given my age, the temperature and
the grades I was tackling on the one-trick pony.

Eventually cut across to Shaw Mountain Road and tool it up to
Tablerock. (The Freak might remeber the night we set up lawn chairs
there with the koolaid glasses, but I digress.) This is a perfect
spin on the singlespeed. Steep enough to hurt, but easy enough to
keep from surrendering.

You locals will recognize this next spectacle, but as I'm about
halfway up the dirt road portion of the climb, near the top, I'm
thinking, "Brown, this is real tough, you oughta stop" and the other
voice says, "keep pedalling your lazy a$$, you know you love it!" I
look up to see 18 full grown deer crossing the track just 20 feet in
front of me. Always a serene and beautiful sight. Loved it.

Get to the top, and the sunset is glorious. It's about 35 degf, windy
and feelin good! Groovalicious! See some smiling hikers, and even a
few riders up there.

Mark my territory by taking a truly manly whiz off the cliff and
watch the arc float down to splash on the rocks waaay below.

Slam the seat down, growl, howl, and rock down the face. Catch up
with the Old Pen trail, ride part of Quarry and Castlerock trail, Hot
Springs trail, and pieces of several others. Do that one long climb
that cuts up to the left, and then start running out of daylight (and
gas). Boy that was fun to just get off the trainer and get out there
and bust it up.

Commit to staying on dirt as much as possible, so I work my way over
to a trail that runs under Shaw Mtn, and eventually spits me out
halfway up Shaw Mtn. Turn on my helmet light (bright blue L.E.D.)
Book it back to the S.U.B., stop for a gallon of cold water and two
hot dogs. Then home to Mamma.

Life is good my friends.

Bib tights?!?

Sorta like when I do a road ride in my Marzzochi sleeveless jersey.

Very nice RR, Mr. Paladin Sir...
--
BS (no, really)

"B i l l S o r n s o n" wrote in message
...
Chris Brown wrote:
I visited a friend and her daughter at St. Lukes' Hospital downtown a
block or two from some trailheads, and figured since I was already
there, I sure oughta get a ride in. Perfect logic, huh? It had been a
long time. This virtual mtnbiking with the trainer and dvds just
wasn't feeding the need. So I Ieft our friends in pediatric around
3pm, itching more than a junky on a 3 day lockup.

snip all that crap

Life is good my friends.

Bib tights?!?

Sorta like when I do a road ride in my Marzzochi sleeveless jersey.

Very nice RR, Mr. Paladin Sir...
--
BS (no, really)

"Mr.? Sir?" What's up? Do you owe me money or somethin? So now's its
spozed to rain or snow for 5 days. Back to Kranked and N/S Extreme movies.
Was I lucky or what?

Paladin

Paladin Wrote:

"Mr.? Sir?" What's up? Do you owe me money or somethin? So now's
its
spozed to rain or snow for 5 days. Back to Kranked and N/S Extreme
movies.
Was I lucky or what?

Paladin

Very lucky indeed
I just checked your local weather... Yuck!
Lucky you!
Ahhh well It's the same here...


--- Jimbo(san)


--
Jimbo(san)

"Jimbo (san)" wrote in
message ...

Paladin Wrote:

"Mr.? Sir?" What's up? Do you owe me money or somethin? So now's
its
spozed to rain or snow for 5 days. Back to Kranked and N/S Extreme
movies.
Was I lucky or what?

Paladin

Very lucky indeed
I just checked your local weather... Yuck!
Lucky you!
Ahhh well It's the same here...


--- Jimbo(san)


--
Jimbo(san)

Good to hear from you, Noe Yawk! And thanks for the inspiring email. Some
of the videos I've been watching have me thinking of you n Carla, what with
the amazing urban stuff going on. And I do a little road riding when the
trails are too soupy, so your efforts to draw me into the dark side haven't
been utterly wasted. Start planning on an even better trip out here next
year, OK? The Freak's gonna show for sure, and we'll have even more
*spectacular scenery*, as hard as that might be to conceive, eh? And
remember, "it's all downhill."

Paladin