DRINK….PEE….No I.V.

Kiwi

Win SUSAN!

Kiwi

I had no idea he had such luck! I do have a sneaking suspician that some of what is written here is partly due to the ‘eye of the beholder’:-) but, that said…
We will continue to pray for Rocky when he rides…just in case any of this is true:-))

Rocky really is a nice guy (but, what’s a sister to say?)…and I know he rides hard…and loves it…at least I think he does?

Win Susan…and Rocky!

It’s nice to be a punchline. I’m glad I could be of assistance.

I did not wreck on the triath – alon. Both of my daughters that rode that day crashed, within seconds of eachother. I, proudly, did not, though I cut my foot pretty badly on the rocks at the bottom of the waterfall.

1. The Kokopelli 2 handlbar was silver, not yellow. C’mon man!

2. It has been an interesting fourteen years of riding. Nothing has been easy. Ever.

3. Re-living all of the unfortunate riding events of these years reminds me just how stupid it is that I continue to love mountain biking.

4. Not realizing what day it was, my wife, some friends, and I set out to ride Gooseberry Mesa in St. George, UT on Friday last, the actual day of this post. True to form, my usually plush long-travel bike was converted through yet another series of unfortunate events to a hardtail due to — you guessed it — my cursed nature. Gooseberry on a bike that is intended to have six inches of rear-wheel travel, that has none, is a hard ride, indeed. The angles are all wrong, and that being the case, it is hard on the knees, the back and unexpectedly the shoulders.

5. Yes, I cleaned the drop into Horsethief bench as pictured with today’s post.

6. This catalog of grim luck events doesn’t even scratch the surface. Really.