Spring Fling continued for me on Friday. Max and I packed our things, picked up the famous Chad Brown and headed to Phoenix. I tried to sleep in the back of the truck on the way up; I couldn't get any sleep the last couple of nights. I was still stressed out about Wednesday. We finally showed up at the South Mountain parking lot...late. I went on my own ride, Desert Classic trail, while Max and company did their own thing. It was freakin' hot, ran out of water and I got a little burnt. But, I made some friends out on the trail. I may had started by myself, but had lots of company along the way.
Desert Classic Trail 
After the ride, we made our way to the grocery store to grab some booze and food for the Bar-B-Que. While driving to the Ramada, we drove by the famous Spokes restaurant. Okay, not that famous unless you ride. The three of us were starving and couldn't wait three hours to eat; so we pulled into the parking lot, swearing that we would not tell a soul about our lunch. The place is decked out with bicycle paraphernalia...everywhere. Ceilings and walls had bicycles hanging from them. Cool paintings on the wall. A painted road on the floor. The restrooms were the best part. The "Ladies" room had two big cassettes for boobies. The "Mens" room had two small cassettes for balls. Max and Chad were dying to ride on the tandem but the tires were flat. One of them almost brought in the pump to air up the tubes. Maybe next time.
The tandem that never got to ride.
The after party
Max and Chad snuggling together. It was very hard to separate these two.
We started the day with breakfast at the Blue Moon Cafe. Good food and lots of it. I couldn't finish my plate, so Chad was not shy to finish it for me.
Max and I demo'd some Rocky Mountain FS's. It was a nice change from my SS almost rigid bike. My knee was still hurting from my Monday road ride with Max. I thought the gears would help.The ride went smoothly and I was having a great time until I fell. I was going up hill, very slow because I was finally riding with some gears. I didn't have enough speed to climb over a root sticking out of the ground; yes, I was going that slow. This thing that I fell on was small, sharp and punctured my butt. My ride sucked for about an hour after that. I was so shaken up from the pain, I was afraid of EVERYTHING. I would second guess myself on every drop, every climb, hell I hiked my bike more than ride it because of that stupid fall. I was more afraid of falling and nobody knowing I was hurt.
I then went on a less technical path and had more fun. It had a lot more hikers on it but I didn't care. My hands had finally stopped shaking enough to ride another hour. The next eight miles made me forget about my fall; until it was time to peel off the Lycra.
We ended our ride with some beer and pizza at Bike and Bean. A very cool place for coffee, art and bike gear. I bought a Tee and some pint glasses, and of course coffee. The evening couldn't have ended better. Dave from Prescott, and his wife Meredith, opened their home to the three of us and four other riders. It was just like a sleepover: pajamas, giggling, farting and drinking.
Sunday was the BCT ride. It was freezing and more rain was expected. My knee made me stay out for this ride. I was left reading Michaela's teen books in the truck. After a couple of hours of boredom, Max had finished his ride. We finished the weekend with food, drinks and pie at a bar/restaurant down the street. I ate so much, but not as much as Max and Chad. During the drive home, I smelled things another human being should never smell. The truck literally smelled like a port-a pottie.
This weekend was amazing. I have never had this much fun on or off my bike.
My view during my solo ride on the Big Park Loop.
Another great view.
Wine and Spaghetti at Dave and Meredith's house.
Max either trying to get some sleep during the drive home or past out from the horrid smell of Chad. 
2 comments:
Bikes, beer, and the smells that they produce....
Yes, and the noise. Though, yours were silent.
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