A somewhat cool and dreary gathering at the water tower eventually gave way to a clear and warm afternoon with a stiff wind from the south. The faithful few were Jac, Jim, Glenn, and Ron. After some selective abuse and reflections on the questionable manhood of various MIT members not present on this glorious morning, the intrepid quad tackled the slick and mucky gravel mile south to Ridge Road. RJ gloated over his fender clad single speed as the others quickly developed a splendid stripe of Lake Agassiz gumbo up their backsides.
As the quad turned west and settled into the four part harmony of dual drafting and battling the wind, RJ soon recanted of his fender ecstasy and longed for the gearing he had left hanging in the garage that morning. The ride home, with wind, proved that “Redline” was to be more than just the name of his ride on this day.
Glenn passed on the waffles and chatter to make a timely arrival back home. So the three amigos were left to dine at Schellenberg’s. Jobs, family, gear, politics, further abuse (and even some qualified admiration) of MIT members not present and copious amounts of fine colombian brew carried the hour.
A pit stop at Pat’s fine little LBS produced a repaired water bottle cage for Jac and a new set of tires for RJ’s daughter. Oh yeah, it also resulted in a new Rocky Mountain Soul 29’er for RJ (the official explanation – the wife explanation – is “Jac made me do it” – and I have witnesses – right Pat?).