Some folks may recall that last year, my beloved bike became, for a day, "The Poo Bike."
http://gustifson-h-blakfur.blogspot.com/2009/11/fun-with-poo-bike.html I'll use soothing photo's of the amazing Moab high country to ease our way into yet another story about Poo and bikes...
The Cottonwood Trees were dressed for the season on our way up to the base of the La Sal Mtns. My-self, Mary, brother Andy, and Nancy were going as high as the weather would allow. The plan was to ride up the Kokopelli Trail and intersect with UPS Trail for a ride down.
The fog was crazy. A line had formed at the sharp edge of a ridge line on one of the mountain peaks. The line extended all the way down to Porcupine Rim itself.
It was like Mother Earth was breathing, as the fog would roll upon us, and then withdraw just as rapidly.
Above, Andy enjoys the view of Castle Valley!
It was about here that things started to smell a little funny. The cows had been on the trail, and Nancy had hit a pie...or so at first we thought....
Problem is, I don't know any cows that use toilet paper!
Poor Nancy had run through a pile of human excrement, left squarely in the middle of the trail, T.P. and all. It had flung all over her bike and her clothes. We used pine needles to freshen her up as best we could. I'm not even gonna go into just how wrong it is to poo in the middle of a bike trail.
After clean up, we motored on, having quite a rippin' good day. The Poo Bike and friends, just riding along!
Just like last week Mary rode down and into The Wash. Nancy also rode the same line, clean as a whistle! But it was our brother-in-law, Andy, who made our jaws drop. Call it the Original Line, or the Stud Line or whatever...I'm now calling this the Bro Line. I've seen him ride it before, but this time, right at the top, he pulled up onto his rear wheel and proceeded to pedal kick his 40lb bike down each gnarly step. ABSOLUTELY HUMBLING! Then he rode up the wall and out the other side.
(So sorry I filmed this sidways)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XcG7sdFdhSo Today, before heading home, Blom, Jacques and I enjoyed October in Moab by riding Amasa Back/Rockstacker...seeing not a single other rider!
I'll leave those of us working in this industry with the above picture to ponder??? And those of us living on this planet with a picture of a bumper sticker, below....
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