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
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!
