What an awesome day! First to be awakened by our Mollinator (Molly) at 6:00 with a resounding "Guys its a BEAUTIFUL DAY!, then off to Brookale Nordic Park to meet Jon, Jason, Andrew and two other guys who were invited along for the day. I forget their names but when I get them Ill post them here(they were both wicked riders). Bright and sunny, with Matilda in tow, we headed out on the Race Course for some wild climbs and dives. Good fun! Then Jon decides to take us to a new trail that we hadn't been on yet. The new trail was a serious conglomeration of roots, wheel traps, bogs, wooden bridges and small spruce stumps. Excellent fun, suicide if you decided to barrel through but not too bad if you took your time. Then it got interesting...
Jon and Jason and I were takin a break on an open side of the hill on a fire road. Amazing view! The trail behind us, a steep climb to the right and a decent downhill to the left. I was leaning left. Just some thick brush in front of us... Then Jon says " Lets GO! and turns towards the brush and disappears. Jason looks like someone just invited him to have a free root canal, saying "I don't like new trails... I hate it when he does this, I'm going to kill myself following him...." then he turns and heads in and disappears too. In the far off distance I can hear Jonathan screaming like a baby with a new toy, hootin and hollarin. So I think "yah he will kill me some day... but it will be a fun out!" then headed into the brush too. Whoo Hooooo! flyin down this hill at break neck speed, cant open your eyes cause of all the alders. You find your way by screaming and using a bat like sonar sense. The louder you scream the sound waves clear out the way some for you. for Jason this worked very well, seeing as his endowment of the bellowing baritone voice. I still am not convinced that there was a trail at all. So about 25 kph the alders break open and glorious sunshine all around, except that now we were driving through a massive patch of Raspberries. The screams of glee were quickly replaced by "eee ooo OUCH OH" , man, then Jason calls out, "JON IM GONNA KILL YOU!!" to which I replied "I want my MOM!" then we were out. Jon is buried in a quaint little del at the bottom of Raspberry Roadrash Hill.
Jon and Jason and I were takin a break on an open side of the hill on a fire road. Amazing view! The trail behind us, a steep climb to the right and a decent downhill to the left. I was leaning left. Just some thick brush in front of us... Then Jon says " Lets GO! and turns towards the brush and disappears. Jason looks like someone just invited him to have a free root canal, saying "I don't like new trails... I hate it when he does this, I'm going to kill myself following him...." then he turns and heads in and disappears too. In the far off distance I can hear Jonathan screaming like a baby with a new toy, hootin and hollarin. So I think "yah he will kill me some day... but it will be a fun out!" then headed into the brush too. Whoo Hooooo! flyin down this hill at break neck speed, cant open your eyes cause of all the alders. You find your way by screaming and using a bat like sonar sense. The louder you scream the sound waves clear out the way some for you. for Jason this worked very well, seeing as his endowment of the bellowing baritone voice. I still am not convinced that there was a trail at all. So about 25 kph the alders break open and glorious sunshine all around, except that now we were driving through a massive patch of Raspberries. The screams of glee were quickly replaced by "eee ooo OUCH OH" , man, then Jason calls out, "JON IM GONNA KILL YOU!!" to which I replied "I want my MOM!" then we were out. Jon is buried in a quaint little del at the bottom of Raspberry Roadrash Hill.
posted by Mike at 10:15 AM
3 Comments:
sounds like fun. I think i'll stick to hockey and watching tv.
yea, no, definately insane
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