29nSNGL*

Right. Questionable weather caused a late game plan, but TNR* came through with the launch pad set in NE at Special K’s. Hade and DuffMan assembled and then the crew was complete with Farrez joining the mix. Only things on the agenda this evening: checking out the State Fair Crit racing and dinner at Psycho Suzie’s. I took the boyz on a good warm up route since we had plenty of time to make it over to the State Fair grounds, which included two good sized hills. On the route over, I gave the guys the story about the armbands I busted out that night and their subsequent relationship to the SSWC09 race in Durango. Upon arrival, camp was set up and the racing was on. No sooner than we put our packs down: carnage. That is what you get in the 4/5’s race. Mid-pack carnage. Guy left in a sling, and $100 poorer we recon, because his timing chip was still on this ankle as we walked away. Bad night for him! We hung out and near the end of the 3/4 race we pointed westward with pizza, more beers and the patio on our minds. Arrival made and food consumed, DuffMan drew up plans for the new Tuesday Night Backpack; a very nice compliment to Jocko’s Tuesday Night Wallet. After Suzie’s….more NE establishments were hit during which Farrez and DuffMan became quite good friends with Lyric. Fully tattered the group split and went our separate ways. As always, TNR* is the best! We rode hard (screamed down University Ave) and had a great time with the crew. You really can’t ask for anything better. And as Farrez says: Tuesday is the new Saturday. Great night last night. Rain free. 

It wasn’t the first dirt of the season, but it was the first opportunity to rub in the Fruita experience

It wasn’t the first dirt of the season, but it was the first opportunity to rub in the Fruita experience to those that couldn’t make the trip.  Of course our bragging was met by promises to make amends next year.

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Giving the finger to the weatherman…

Well last night the hearty midwestern attitude came in real useful, as three of us decide to give the weatherman the finger.  He had forecasted a nasty cold rain turning into snizzle then snow (2-4”).  My man Julius Swerving arrived at Casa de Jocko at a respectable hour, which gave us enough time for a pre-launch beer(always plural).  The plan was to hit the pedals for a quick hour of riding (with a couple hill intervals) and then get back to the shop to prepare mtb’s for our impending Fruita trip.  With the weather not as crappy as Mr. Dbagman had predicted, we called an audible and decided to swing past the Farrez compound at nearly the same instant his wife arrived to relieve him of daddy doodie.  Instantly our wolfpack grew to three.  On the northerly route back to Casa de Jocko, we tested each others fitness each time the road tilted skyward and the pace rose to an all out sprint on several occasions.  Pizza ordered and beers cracked,  we each grabbed a hammer and started making headway on not only J’s Niner overhaul, but my Partywagon was also getting a new White Industries freewheel.  At this point all we need for Fruita is for somebody to break out the plastic and find us a short bus that is worthy of 8 stinky dudes and 100lbs of beef jerky, oh and it would help if it was padded with bubble wrap inside and out.  Till next time…sit n’ spin.