Ultimate Switchbacks
Last couple of weeks I've been running sweep on the Wednesday night ride. I haven't been riding enough lately to keep it pinned at the front. Most of the time it's kind of boring. I go slower making sure I ride as much as I can without dabbing or running over the other people at the back. Last night running sweep provided one of those few moments you rarely see at the front.
After throwing back some beers Mark stashed at the top of 'duez, we headed down in reverse. Like the famous climb it's named after, ours is not without switchbacks. At one particular moment, while taking up the rear, I looked down the wooded hill side to see four trails criss crossing the slope and around the switchbacks. We had enough riders to have at least two per criss cross section. Before me were ten riders in groups of two or three passing by each other in opposite directions as they flowed down and around the switchbacks. It was crazy.
Though not nearly as crazy as playing Ultimate Frisbee in the Victory parking lot at 10:30. In the summer we usually do something ridiculous before we pile into our cars and head home. We've had sprints, flag pole climbs and wrestling matches. The latest starts with a little tossing of a lighted Frisbee then quickly becomes a competitive death match on the pavement. Most of us in flip-flops or some other barely there shoe cover, run dodge, leap, and sometimes tackle for the glory of scoring. It's totally nutty, drunk and a perfect conclusion to our night of hoodlum charades.
Which brings me to another point. Is there anything so sweet as the first drink the day of a hang-over? Finally clarity!
Though clarity can be overrated. Usually just means something needs to be done. Lately it's been this.
- b
After throwing back some beers Mark stashed at the top of 'duez, we headed down in reverse. Like the famous climb it's named after, ours is not without switchbacks. At one particular moment, while taking up the rear, I looked down the wooded hill side to see four trails criss crossing the slope and around the switchbacks. We had enough riders to have at least two per criss cross section. Before me were ten riders in groups of two or three passing by each other in opposite directions as they flowed down and around the switchbacks. It was crazy.
Though not nearly as crazy as playing Ultimate Frisbee in the Victory parking lot at 10:30. In the summer we usually do something ridiculous before we pile into our cars and head home. We've had sprints, flag pole climbs and wrestling matches. The latest starts with a little tossing of a lighted Frisbee then quickly becomes a competitive death match on the pavement. Most of us in flip-flops or some other barely there shoe cover, run dodge, leap, and sometimes tackle for the glory of scoring. It's totally nutty, drunk and a perfect conclusion to our night of hoodlum charades.
Which brings me to another point. Is there anything so sweet as the first drink the day of a hang-over? Finally clarity!
Though clarity can be overrated. Usually just means something needs to be done. Lately it's been this.
- b
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