If I ever manage to strike it rich (highly unlikely given my chosen field…), this is one car I’d be pretty interested in having. Coincidentally, it happens to be owned by my pal Don, who struck it rich via a Dairy Queen franchise. Don is also a kickass mountain bike racer from the 90’s that kept Barb company at the World Masters a few years back.
But enough reminiscing. Lets bust out some airs on the Bog….
Our warmup lap was all 3700 vertical feet of Carmi, from Code 4 right to the lake.
That’s enough to wake up anyone.
Unfortunately for Joe, it was also enough to cause a good strain of his Achilles on this aborted DJ. You can see him about to bail out here. Killer shot though.
He’s pretty tough, he kept riding all day anyway. Round two was a full height Beer Run. Haven’t been doing the upper section that often, but Gabe went out and cleared the top for us last week so we called him up to show us around.
Can’t believe that guy is going to be a dad too. They’ll let just about anyone into that gig.
The other brothers had to step up and do some road gaps now that Joe is taking it easy.
Fruity portrait shots in Ivy League…
Whoa…who’s that handsome devil?
We also got a bonus lap on Drops-A-Lot. No pics, as we were BANGIN’ on that lap. Seriously, bumper to bumper action all the way down. So ggod that we had to chill on the beach with some beers until…
..the sun set.
Can it get any better? Well, there’s always tomorrow.
