Tuesday, October 17

The '17 Bicycle Times Adventure Fist: Part Two

Wake up in the garage, but in the daylight this time.  I wander into the lodge and see the staff moving about.  They have things to get done.  Bill Nye and I have none.  There's much activity buzzing about, and slowly the main room empties out, no one left inside except us.

We decide to hang out and wait until things are less moist outside.  Mebbe when some of the other Charlotte people arrive, we head out on bikes for the purpose of finding joy.  Eventually, noon rolls around and we haven't eaten since 3:30PM the day before, so we plan on heading into town for Thai food...

At the same restaurant we went to a month ago when I lost a car key and Bill Nye forgot his jacket in said restaurant.  I mean, what are the odds that we could be that stupid again?

Scott, Bill Nye and I arrive back at camp around 2:00PM.  A scheduled group ride was heading out.  We miss it.  Watts, Lee and Courtney are in the same predicament tho, so we do a group ride of our own on Lookout Mountain.

Anything eventful happen other than a good time?

photo cred: Watts
Mebbe.  Something not worth sharing but very distracting on the climb up Hankey.  Mebbe also watching Watts pilot a full squish bike down the mountain quite well until he didn't and ended up ass over tea kettle in a nasty rock garden.

Or Courtney trying to pop her eye out of the socket with the end of her handlebar negotiating the rocks at the bottom of the descent.

Anyways, we got back in with plenty of time for a cold shower and... the evening went somewhere.  I know it did.

A campfire?

Drinking some sort of liquid that tasted like Listerine and Dr Bronner's bath soap/hand soap/laundry detergent/dish washing liquid that the Lauf guys had?


Somehow, I ended up back at the lodge before the evening was over, and once again, being that my tent was far away up the hill, I made the presumption that the empty garage couch was mine unless told otherwise.

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