Friday, August 29, 2008

I'm Stoked for SSWC09 Durango...


but I was prepared to go to New Zealand. It would be expensive but with a year's notice I'd have enough time to have a baby...then sell it on the Black Market to pay for the trip.

I'm not actually going to write about any of my upcoming Races, I'm just going to keep yammering on about SSWC08 for all eternity, or until SSWC09 Durango.

Hey I linked to the wrong thing in my last post, the registration story is HERE.
What I linked to was my first wave of smack talking regarding the Conspiracy of Douche Bags.
How fitting. Oops.

Dicky reminded me that there was more to the story of the Tree House Dance Party, no paddy wagon for M and me though. This is what I know. We left before the party was over, walking down the gravel road to the campground. We ran into a guy from Virginia I think, he had some wicked conspiracy theories...I don' recall what they were. Then, as we stood talking, the night Manager of the campground came rolling up on his Golf Cart Unimog deal. He asked what was "going on up there" and told us he'd had multiple noise complaints. This was probably a little made up, because the music was faint from where we were standing and the campground was still mainly occupied by Single-Speeders (although conceivably there could have been some residual Douches in the bunch).
I tried to be as diplomatic as possible, telling him that the party was winding down, that it was good, clean innocent fun, and there was nothing to worry about. Of course I was probably slurring and swaying from side to side while I did it, so that probably didn't help. Cliff said "Well I gotta go check it out". That's right, Cliff, at some point we learned his name. Cliff buzzed over to the trailhead in his SMV (Some Terrain Vehicle) and assessed the situation from afar, very afar. Then he sped away, I thought I'd talked some sense into the old coot. No sir, he returned a few minutes later with two of Napa Black and Whites and they all proceeded up the path. You have got to be kidding me Cliff.
We heard the music shut down and then nothing, we waited, nothing, we never saw anyone come out. Cliff did speed by in his Green Machine but that was it. Eventually we lost patience and went over to babble at Doug and his buddy for a while. In the morning Miriam ran into one of The Tree House Party people and Beth from NC. The guy said that by the time the cops came they were clearing out and nothing happened. Beth said "Cops, what cops?". Too bad she hurt her knee and couldn't race, she is serious Rock Star material.
I didn't hear anything about Paddy Wagons, but maybe I don't know the whole story.

The video below - the fact that Barry and Mark rode that thing is not human. I can't frickin' imagine. If you wait a couple minutes you'll see me run by, but I feel good about the fact that I'm at least running and shouldering my bike, it's not like riding up the bastard. Of course I look like Gumby, I am a God Damn Noodle-legged freak.
Posted by Big Bikes at 9:24 PM

3 comments:

badger dave said...

this is the funniest blog ive read since bikesnob! good work sir

6:33 PM
beth said...

thanks for the rock star shout out.. guess i need to start looking for a single speed and prove myself somewhere other than the dance floor.

9:02 AM
Georges Rouan said...

"I'm not actually going to write about any of my upcoming Races, I'm just going to keep yammering on about SSWC08 for all eternity, or until SSWC09 Durango."

Classic...great post. Iloved your story of how you got into the SSWC: Miss M (your most specialist friend) rocks!

3:56 PM

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