On Wed, Aug 29, 2012 at 11:30 AM, Bruce Mack <email@example.com> wrote:
There was a good breeze blowing …
and discussion on what to do and where to go.
Mr. Shadow joined us.
Steve rode up ready to ride.
Today’s group (left to right) TJ, George I., George L., Pat, Steve, Dave.Kom, Mike and myself.
We rode as a group ’til West Branch …
… then George L., Pat and myself headed in to do trails.
As we headed into West Branch, there was David doing ins and outs.
Riding the trails …
Which way now?
Top of the mountain
And more trails
We rode through West Branch, Cross Country Ski Trails
and did some Trolley Trails.
Pat getting ready to head down the hill!
Once again the wind was blowing and the temp was mild this morning. Steve left his Niner home and rode his (photo 2) and George L., took out his 650b (photo 3). Once again, there was going to be two groups once we got to Kern going through Bear Creek, TJ and Dave.Kom went right and the rest of us went left to do Bald Mountain and Lake Orion-“The Dragon“..(L to R) Dave.Kom, TJ, George I., Steve, George L., Pat, David, Jim.Heading out of the park to West Branchand through the gate.Heading to Bear Creek and beyond.Hey, Mr. Shadow has a biking buddy.George unwrapping the vine.Kurt took the lead going to Lake Orion and doing “The Dragon”.Steve blazing the trailGathering up the groupThese ROOTS mean trouble for …… how is your helmet, George? OK!Time for a break. and you ask where?Where are you going, where are you going?Group split again, hey look who’s on PCT!Four pack going back through Bear CreekAnd a three pack going back to Stony Creek
A brilliant ride summary from one of our members, shared Thursday, April 5, 2012 …
Gray Lady Down
I knew the Titanic had already hit the iceberg when I boarded her at Stony this morning!
Captain Lombardi had already abandoned ship (after he said he would be there). What is with these Italian sea captains?
The vessel further listed as “li’l Dave” mumbled incoherently about visiting Davy Jones’ Locker, and slipped quietly over the side. First Mate Jones was next. “I have to save my grandkids” as he slipped away on his old blue lifeboat with “Walcott Mills” barely readable on the rusted stern. (He didn’t want to get any salt-water spray on the new orange lifeboat!)
The “Ancient Navigator” said “Ayyy Maties, it’s a wee bit too cold for my likin’, and I thinks we should abandon and take our chances on the trolly sea and perchance find the Intermediate Islands”
Up at the bow were huddled seaman Dave and bosun Pat (with someone I swear looked like Celine Dion) singing “My Heart Will Go On”!!!
The ships pursor and photomate, Bruce, rolled his eyes and proclaimed, “If ’tis going to take all day ta sink this foundering bucket, I do na have the stumic fer it”!!
As I wished for the days when ships were made of wood and men were made of steel, I could see that the writing was on the bulkhead and there was no saving this old girl. I pulled my Noreaster up around my neck and dove into the Gravel Sea. I bobbed along on the rough seas near the straits of Oryan and thru the maelstrom at the Cape of Markwood. A following sea greeted me on the run down the coast of Drahner. Hallucinating now, I thought I spied a monastery in the misty scud coming from the distance! And I sang the words, “Oh hear us when we cry to thee, for those in peril on the sea.”
My plea was answered as a huge tanker with the name Starbucks appeared and took me aboard.
(Must have been a foreign-registery vessel, as they said such things as “grande mocha latte”, etc.)
Anyway, I’m safe at home and feeling humble to have made it through this harrowing day.
As a form of pennance and foreshadowing of what days like today might bring, I am now down in my engine room, one deck below the galley, preparing my S.A.R.B. for the coming season …
In the distance I hear “Taps” being played on a bright shiny bugle!
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