Was it because I changed the time several times? Was it because I eliminated a non-bike option? Was it because it was so gosh-darn hot that day? Whatever the reason, I was on my own last month for HartfordH3's bhash. I waited in the parking lot like a forgotten puppy staring at the windows of the cars cruising through the parking lot, looking for tell-tale foot decals. But none were to be found. I read the Advocate, and finished the Sudoku. But then I perked up, for I realized: there's beer in them thar hills!! I'd spent a few days biking and packing in 6 packs of yummy microbrew to various spots along the many miles of trail, and those cold* glass bottles of suds weren't going to just drink themselves...
So I dumped all the flour I had in the woods by the parking area and off I went. The trail started off brutal with a lot of climbing but fortunately the trail bike handled it alright, and by the time I got to the first beer check I was drenched and ready. The second beer check was also delightful, and all was right with the world as I pedaled home. I left a lot of the beer out there, so future runs or rides can be pre-stocked.
Here's an example of a back woods beer check. A mild-mannered mossy rock, right?
Wrong! Taa-da!! Beer!!!
In other news, we are saddened to hear that Happy Valley, who just had their own bash yesterday, had a crash with significant injury. Love going out to Big Piles and prayers for a speedy recovery.
On-on to rehab!! (not the alcoholic kind),