“We shall not cease from exploration, and the end of all our
exploring will be to arrive where we started and know the place for the first
time.”
--T.S. Elliot
Yesterday the PCRs planned to take the
same old ride up Chalk Creek and then ride to Henefer. Prez. Hale sold us on a 70 mile ride. Of course it wasn’t. But we had many news experiences on that old
familiar route.
For the first time Dr. Brad Taylor,
Urologist extraordinaire, took time off his busy work schedule to hang out with
mostly a bunch of old-timers. Was it
because he knew the aging members likely had failing plumbing and were,
therefore, prospective patients for him?
Early on the PCRs were shanghaied
to explore for the first time the sights and scents of lovely Hoytsville’s pastures,
where cattle were noticeably disturbed by the men in bright tight clothes and
Big Man’s haunting rendition of “Oh What a Beautiful Morning.” City Slicker Hicks exclaimed: “ugh, my milk
comes from those brown four legged animals”?
We made it up the usual route
without incident, where the pavement meets the dirt road on the Utah/Wyoming
border—the place at which we always turn around and go back. But in a Thelma and Louisesque moment of desperation
for adventure/insanity, the old guys decided to follow young bucks Daines, Joey
and Bryan Griffith into the abyss beyond the paved road to a place no one knew
existed. There were not fast food
restaurants, outhouses and only a few homes.
Along the way we witnessed antelope, experienced the importance of private
property to rural folks (Big Man you can get shot for taking precious water in
arid areas: fortunately your defense of deliriousness due to incidence of
dehydration carried the day) and the outskirts of the thriving metropolitan of
Evanston.
Notwithstanding Big Man’s directive
that we all stay together as we rode back to where we began, he immediately
pulled out ahead of everyone. At that
point of the ride we were in the middle of nowhere with very little food or
water (Big Man, if you fail to plan, you plan to fail). PCRs who trailed behind discovered the
kindheartedness of those who run the Pine Cliff Campgroup, who slaked the
thirst of the riders with lemonade. (Big
Man missed out because he failed to follow his directive to stay together.) We arrived safely to the place where we begin,
having discovered places of which we were unaware and a better understanding of
how each other reacts to adverse conditions brought on by old-age dementia.
TATS = The body is a precious thing, TAKE CARE OF IT!
by Bryan Griffith
YIPPY SKIPPY
Tip of the Week = Make a Difference With Bikes
These two are the reason for the 100 What are you thinking??
Sure hope my Strava was working
"Just think Dad, you have to ride another 106 after this"
What are we thinking????????
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