Sometimes it's just YOU & THE ROAD

After listening to Hale complain that he hasn't been given blog authorship, I acquiesced and told him I would post the following. (I hope you all will continue to support me in my decision of non-authorship to some and to others, keep the video out of their hands)

The PCR bike ride this week is telling of the new low to which this supposed band of brothers has sunk.  Dunn was a no show, without excuse. (Dunn, most of us knew where you were)  Wood peeled off after summiting Big Mountain and long before everyone else had planned to ride (Wood, old age is a bummer).  Lloyd and Bruner broke away from the group claiming that they wanted a ‘big ride” to Henefer (not Hinifer; Ludlow, since when did Webster allow cowboys to come up with spelling words?), proclaiming (but as you will see later, not showing) their biking prowess.  Briggs turned back early when faced with Mary’s Nightmare, leaving Hale and Trabert to fend for themselves.  But before Briggs, Bruner and Lloyd parted company with Hale and Trabert, the former group of riders knew that Hale’s rear tire had maybe 1 mile left in it, and that Hale could be left stranded alone in the East Canyon wilderness area after Trabert left him at the East Canyon dam.  But that was a chance they were willing to take (Wood, thanks for fostering that attitude). (I resemble that remark) Because Trabert is closet endorphin junkie, and had to ride 100 miles, he said good bye to Hale at the dam, leaving him to fend for himself against the blazing hot sun, with many miles of ascent left before he would possibly arrive home safely on the eve of Father’s Day.

This is where it gets interesting.  As Hale was approaching the back side of Big Mountain, an ominous task, he came across Lloyd and Bruner at the East Canyon store.  Obviously they did not go all the way to Henefer.  Sheepishly they greeted their forgotten brother, and feigned interest in accompanying him on the grueling ride back home.  But after reflecting for less than a minute they announced they had to get home, so they said adios and went on their way.  Hale faced the task of summiting the back side of Big Mountain alone, with his nearly crippled bike.  Long after the dust settled on the road from his brothers(?) who went before him, Hale, with much trepidation made off on this daunting task—ALONE!  About a third of the way up the mountain his tire gave way, leaving him stranded without cell phone reception to call for help from his family (on whom he knew he could rely for help) or shade for comfort from the blazing hot sun--left to rely on the kindness of strangers (Wood, you should know of play from which that line originates).  In the end, the kindness of strangers did pay off.  Hale was taken home by a couple of kind young strangers who took him home to Kathy.  Upon arrival Kathy explained to these kind people how she used to put Hale’s name and address on his helmet so if it was lost the person who found it would know where to return it, but because his biking buddies mocked him when they saw it saying “why would Kathy want you returned to her”, she no longer engaged in that custom.  She was relieved that somehow they were able to bring him home in spite of the absence of his address on his helmet. 

I do not know why I bothered to write this story of woe; it will no doubt not even be read by any of my supposed biking buddies, and even if it were, it certainly will have no effect on their behavior.  For anyone reading this who wants to join this group I give you this caution: keep the rubber side down and full because there isn’t anyone in this group who is going to stay behind to save you!  

 

 

These Fathers are having a GREAT DAY!

 

Trabert's TATS - "Never charge a machine gun nest with a rubber knife"

 

 

The Smoking Gun....