Parleys Canyon Riders: A Mobile Man-Cave

Yesterday the PCRs played “follow the leader” again and allowed Big Man (why do we do this to ourselves time and time again) to select the course. We started late, trying to attract the splinter group, members of which enjoy their beauty rest (you know who you are Lloyd and Jensen), but alas 6:30 (a.m.), when the day is half over, is still too early for them. And Mr. MBA was also a no show. His excuse was that he had to participate in yet another taxpayer subsidized boondoggle to South Korea, attempting to show his graduate students how other countries conducts business. Hey Prof, there is a lot to be learned right here in the great US of A, which has been a world economic juggernaut for some time. We hope you packed on some pounds so we can keep up with you.

But we picked up some new riders whom Big Man was willing to make members, without even without consulting the rest of us. We are desperate; our numbers are dwindling! Membership, therefore, has a low bar—a bike, heart beat and a willingness to put up with a bunch of MAMILS (middle aged men in lycra, okay, post-middle aged men.) It did not take long for Arch Egbert (the newest member to be drafted into the group) to conclude-after jawing with members of the squad, traveling at the speed of molasses while trying to miss potholes, multiple stops at Maverick Stations, pauses for photo ops (see below), Big Man serenading bikers with pony tails, Craig Bruner pontificating on Zen and the Art of Bicycle Maintenance, and Craig Hale dominating the conversations—that the group is really a Mobile Man-Cave. We now know why the Big Man likes recruiting new members. It’s because he enjoys taking them to visit such places as Porter Rockwell’s statute and telling stories. He knows that to those with whom he has ridden to such sites in the past (Scott, we do remember that we have been on the same route at least a hundred times, and heard your stories about all of the sites along the way at least two hundred times) he sounds like white noise.

We struggled to the top of Traverse Mountain, where we paused, again, and Sexy Legs delivered an inspirational TATS. It had something to do with people with small portfolios who become depressed by comparing them to those with large ones. In some instances, as you can see below, some of us would prefer smaller portfolios.

“Ego training contributes to a self concept that makes us shrivel into a feeling of insignificance at our meager portfolio in contrast to those who have achieved more.”

by Wayne Dyer

The Dentist flashed his big smile and encouraged the group to eat Snickers bars. It is rumored that has stock in that candy company so he can make money from his patients coming and going.

It was another great ride and a beautiful day. Just 116 days to LOTJA

YIPPY SKIPPY

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Riding in fashion is KEY

It's always a GREAT DAY when you can stop and visit with Porter

No two are the same, No two are alike.... (Can you guess who is Sexy Legs?)

Love These Mountains

Mr. MBA did a little off-roading this week and wants to sponsor a PCR ride out of the country. Here are a few pics from his adventure. Note the sign he has ordered to post on curbs in the Holladay area.