Don’t Mess With Big Wes

Having to figure out how to arrange carpool for a big group is a good problem to have on a Wednesday night.   Also good to have a bunch of first-timers out.

Jeff from Cali, Mike"The Hammer" Lynsky,Robert Stevens and his yellow shirt, and Chris Burrell

All the “new” people met at the shop, and then we found some regulars at the mouth of the canyon.  In all ten people showed up.

Captain of the Women's Team Sally, and a spy from Timp's 24 HoM team

As Tibble was still closed we rode Little Deer Creek South Fork again, if you haven’t ridden it yet, you missed the super tacky perfect conditions.  Things are starting to get dusty.  Not choking bad yet, but dusty.

Be sure your chair backs and trays are in the full upright, and locked positions.

A pretty run of the mill lap around LDCSF, until we headed down.  There is one little climb in the middle of the two mile descent of Little Deer Creek.  Just long enough to regain your composure.  I will, from now on, refer to it as “Coitus Interuptus”.

Anyway, Wes and Jeff were ahead of me on the trail, and as I was spinning up “Coitus Interuptus”, I heard a couple moto’s heading our way.  I decided to wait at the top of “Coitus Interuptus” and let them pass so my “Coitus” didn’t get “Interuptus” again.  A couple seconds passed, they were getting closer,…closer, ….then they stopped.  Wasn’t sure what was going on, so I headed down.  Here is what I came up on:

I didn't realize there was this much ass in the shot when I took it.

The dude with no helmet, and the dude in the plaid shirt that you can barely see were the moto’s.  Ends up, Wes was in the zone and didn’t hear the oncoming traffic.  Further, when you put a guy who runs 6′6″ on an XL sized 29er there’s a lot of momentum.  So much so, that the immovable object met the irresistible force, and Wes body-checked the moto into the rhubarb. Talk about your user-conflict.

Apparently no worse for wear, everybody walked away without any major injuries.  And the moto guys couldn’t have been nicer about the whole thing.  Or maybe they were afraid Wes would knock them down again.  Either way, the lesson I take away from all this is:

DON’T MESS WITH BIG WES!