Mountain Bikers are much more social.

I have ridden the road with big groups of guys, and usually, when you get back to your car, or where you started, they can't get the Felt loaded back into the Audi fast enough. I presume so they can go home and fill out their training log. "Dear Diary, Dropped everybody on Suncrest today,.....it was a great Saturday."

Mountain Bikers, on the other hand, tend stand around more. Shoot the breeze. Discuss the ride. Talk trash.

Today for example. Myself and three others who had met at the shop actually pulled into the Glenwild on time. Only to find that Larry(Oilcan if your nasty) Had run back to his house because he forgot his geared bike,.......I mean shoes. No problem as people were trickling in anyhow. Somehow today's ride turned into reunion for the Thursday morning rides from UMB. It felt like some kind of dork convention as we all tried to figure out who was who by screen names on the forum.

We did however figure Oilcan(cause I'm nasty) could catch up, and started up toward Flying Dog counterclockwise. It's a good climb, ten miles of steady grade. But not horrible. Eventually however, we realized we had lost Adam. We waited. Then we waited. Then Steve went back. Then Steve came back, with Oilcan. Oilcan hadn't passed anybody since the parking lot. ????? I called Adam, but his phone was in my truck at the bottom. We figured the Skinwalkers had gotten him or something. And so we pressed on. He had had a flat in the parking lot and I figured he may be having more trouble. Lost rider #1.

After we decided to roll on, we got into a pretty good groove.

It continued on like this, until we realized, we had lost Justin. I was worried, but honestly, figured if nothing else he could turn around and go back. Lost Rider #2. I am ashamed to say, we never saw him again. Perhaps the Jackalopes got him. Call me if you survived man. I am sorry.

Putting our painful losses behind us, we finally topped out of Flying Dog. Another extended BS session and soon we were sailing down the west/north slope of Flying Dog. Wow. Super smooth, super fast, minimal, though present oncoming traffic. It was cool to be in the middle of the pack and just trust the wheel of the guys in front who know the trail really well. In and out of the Aspens. It was, as one foul-mouthed Texan put it, "Re-donk-u-lous". It was definitely a heavy flow day,.......in a good way. Once back down to Glenwild, we took one of Bob's XC, oops, I mean DH options. Imagine the Ruin trail up at Lambert but with sharp turns immediately after all the jumps. Meh.

Luckily we did reconnect with Adam coming the other way, and rode the last part with him. He missed a turn, and figured he would find us on Glenwild. My fault, that's what the email I sent out said. I think final count was eleven(then ten) so a good turnout for a Saturday.

Afterwards, and to prove my original point........we all headed over to Maxwells for some damn good pizza, and a little more BS'ing. I had a great Saturday,....did you?