Parleys Canyon Riders: Moab 6 to 6

This weekend the tattered remains of the PCRs took the roadway to Moab and rode to Dead Horse Point lookout. Like a mother lecturing her children before they leave for a trip, Big Man went through the check list of items everyone was supposed to bring: helmet, gloves, windbreakers, sun glasses, and, yes, cleats—the last was the one thing most people would think Big Man could never forget after putting both of them in his mouth at the same time during the LOTOJA race (see prologue entitled: “I have an Announcement to Make”).

The trip started out with the usual snags. For example, after traveling two blocks Coach Craig realized that the small band of brothers forgot their PRP (pre-ride prayer) and suggested they pull over into the parking lot of the local tire store. During his thoughtful long winded supplication, Coach Craig petitioned for divine intervention on behalf of Prez. that he would not receive a ticket. Prez. was not sure whether that was a hint that he drives slow or that the highway patrol would not be able to detect him. By the time Coach Craig was done the sun finally rose and they were pretty sure that a police squad car was summoned to find out why a bunch of guys in tights were parked in the parking lot. Then, not more than 15 minutes later Big Man remembered he forgot to put his cleats in the car and they were still on the floor of Prez's garage. REALLY!

Big Man felt a slight cold coming on and there was not nearly as much chatter as usual. In fact, there was so little chatter the group had to suffer listening to Prez.’s 60s and 70s music. And worse yet, the occupants of the vehicle felt so awkward without the “white noise” they began to sing along with the stereo from AC/DC to The Who.

With a 39 minute delay, Prez. actually drove the speed limit and was exceeding it as they followed a black sports car turning off of 70 to 191, towards Moab. The music and singing continued to get louder as the boys started getting closer to the trail head in an effort to get physced. Big Man relegated to the back seat after his "idiot" move of forgetting his cleats, all of sudden heard the Prez. shout out, "OH SH***!", as the flashing red and blue lights started to illuminate the interior of the car. The music was turned off, the singing stopped, the car slowly pulled over, Prez. started to prepare his case for speeding as the officer sped past them and pulled over the black sports car. Prez. hugged Coach Craig for his inspirational PRP.

YIPPY SKIPPY