Mancation: Day Five

Day Five

It was now time to start squeezing in two smaller rides a day. First up, we headed over to Amasa Back. The initial plan was to go up Amasa, do an out-and-back on Pothole Arch, head over to Rockstacker, and make our way back over to Amasa to descend back to the truck. Big Ring went down hard on the chunky mess at the very beginning of the ride and honestly just killed the mood for the rest of the day.

Ruined.

photo cred: Big Ring

Although Big Ring set the bar pretty high with his chest plant to rock move, Mark and Jeremy brought their "A game" to the trails once again.

photo cred: Jeremy

We went all the way down Jackson's, as opposed to Amasa, and not wanting to be outdone by the highly skilled power couple, Sean went the Big Ring route for style points. He went over the bars in a dramatic manner that would have made great TV.

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Sean went down right in front of me, which did not do me any good, as I was using him for my potential danger barometer.

Future generations be forewarned:

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Being first on the scene, I told Sean to put pressure on his wound... I mean, he was bleeding all over the place. Who's gonna clean this up?

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We asked Sean if he felt like his ranking in our group had improved with his recent performance. He said he was pretty sure he was #1 now.

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We managed to scrape most of Sean off the trail, and we got back down to the safety of a pharmacy in downtown Moab. Once we got Sean's medical supplies, Mark put his arm back together with a couple steri-strips and a Tegaderm dressing.

Even though we were kinda beat, we headed up the hill from the cottage and hopped on the Pipe Dream singletrack.

photo cred: Big Ring

I can't say it was my cup of tea, what with it's constant threat of exposure around every turn.

photo cred: Jeremy

The ride on Pipe Dream was an out-and-back, and on the way back we had dissension among the ranks. I was anxious to get off the trail as I had grabbed a thorn with my front tire, Mark was in a hum-drum place, and Sean's Tegaderm dressing was puffing up like a blood-filled water balloon. The three of us bailed back into town, but not without Mark crushing his newly purchased rear derailleur. He wasn't gonna let Sean win the Money Spent Fixing Broke Shit contest just yet.

So Mark took off on his bike to see if any shops were open, Sean went back to clean up and head to an urgent care to get stitched up, and I drove all over the place looking for Mark. Once most of us got back to the cottage, I can say that somebody may have been de-toweled on the front porch, and that certain somebody might have went back into the cottage and returned to the porch naked only to turn around and reveal that he had the de-toweler's camping pillow lodged between his butt cheeks.

photo cred: Big Ring

If you smell gas, it might just be your pillow.