Greatest Ride On Earth??

Big Man is slowing down in his way advanced age, so he is not able to produce the blog as often as he once did.  His readers are likely grateful. (NOT TRUE)  This week’s blog is a combination of the adventurers of the tattered remains of the PCR’s for the past two weeks.

                Last week, for the second week in a row, the PCRs rode to Antelope Island.  While they did not see a single antelope, they did witness a herd of buffalos.  The park ranger reminded the PCRs that the official name of the lumbering beasts is “bison”, but who ever heard of “Bison Bill”, a “bison nickel” or listened to the phrase from the classic western American song “Home on the Range” sung “where the deer and the bison roam”?  It is just as un-American to refer to them “bison” as it is to use the metric system as a unit of measurement!  On the trip home Bruner tried to demonstrate his bicycling mechanic prowess by repairing a flat in less than 30 minutes.  He failed miserably!  It was a great ride, except Big Man was not there.  In his absence Prez Hale attempted to assume command.  Mr. MBA immediately took over Prez Hale’s role as chief complainer.  Prez Hale has since abdicated any responsibility for attempting to herd the PCRs and reassumed his role as chief complainer.

                This week was the final long ride for the PCRs.  Mr. MBA brought to bear all of his business acumen to plan and promote the event.  He told us it would be the “greatest ride on earth”.  He planned a route from Coalville, to Kamas, up Mirror Lake highway, across a long dirt road from Wyoming to Chalk Creek back to Coalville.  In accountant like fashion he plotted the path on Strava and calculated the distance and ascent.  Then he promoted the ride with the deftness of a Steve Jobs.   Like a commanding CEO he wrote a page of rules for the PCRs to follow so that everyone would maximize their ride enjoyment.  But in a  Bernie Madoff like manner he duped the poor PCRs to follow his directives like sheep, only to ditch them at the last minute and ride what he referred to as the “greatest ride”--from Salt Lake to Deer Valley.  The PCRs have retained Prez Hale to investigate a fraudulent inducement class action against Mr. MBA.

                Nevertheless the PCRs made the best of ride, which was plagued with mishaps. The first sign of the ill-fated journey was Morgan had a flat, it was not his bike tire, but his car.  So he had a late start.  Then Queen of Wraps had a piece of glass slice his tire and had to use his ingenuity to repair the tire using an empty gel container.  Later, after passing Mirror Lake the sidewall of Big Man’s tire was worn away caused by a spoke failure.  The tire was beyond repair.  He was thirty nine miles from Kamas.  The remaining PCRs were confronted with a Sophie’s Choice:  complete Mr. MBA’s “greatest ride on earth” and leave Big Man behind and let him use his thumb, good looks and boyish charm to see if he could hitch a ride back to Kamas, or stay with their biking brother, knowing it would be far less likely that someone would pick up three stinky bikers instead of one.  Taking their que from Big Man (Craig you will appreciate this) Big Man was left alone to his own devices.  He pulled it off and found someone with a soft heart who drove him all the way back to Coalville where he was joined with by the others after they completed the ride.  The others journey on to discover that the route wasn’t what Mr. MBA touted it to be.  Nevertheless, they saw many beautiful vistas and met many friendly people.

                Thank goodness the long rides are over--except the big one.

YIPPY SKIPPY

 

 It's still a little early 

Where are the Buffalo?

 Cool, Quiet, No Traffic and a GREAT Sunrise

One was SAD the Ranch was closed, the others

 THANK GOODNESS!

 Big Man left on his own, took pictures so you might find him if he turned up missing

 Sitting under the shade waiting for his buddies

 MAN, GLAD THAT RIDE IS OVER!