the TORC chronicles - 2007/12/13 16:19Ok gang....since there is not much posting going on lately, I'll treat you or torture you, your choice, with some old ride reports I found. TORC can stand for two things...either TUSCARORA OFFROAD RIDING CLUB or TOTALY OBNOXIOUS RIDICULING CLOWNS....again your choice...but the latter is probably the better one. This is probably why we only have 5 official ( term used loosely ) members. Anyway, if you don't like this post, let me know, but just remember I'm one of the clowns mentioned above, so I probably won't care.
6/4/05 Ride ( hike ) report: Stouffer, Clay & Egolf left Egolf's house around 6:30....riding to Bridgeport, out RT74 and up onto the Welsh hill in attempt to hook up with the old McClure's Gap road. After some exploration following a promising logging road, full of young locust trees thirsty for blood up the side of the mountain, the trio were chagrined to find a dead end. Rather than retreat, the trio proceeded to stumble, thrash, and fight their way through laurel, rocks, ferns, and what not to the top of the mountain. While no direct words were said, ride leader Egolf, seeing the look in his fellow hike-a-bikers' eyes was feeling the pressure to produce either the Tuscarora Trail or old McClure's Gap road. While not fearing death, he did have to consider bodily harm or mutilation at the hands of his compatriots. Finding the trail some time and distance later, with the sun setting quickly in the west,and to Egolf's relief, the trio started down the mountain. Seeming to have forgotten how to ride during the hike-a-bike, Clay promptly went over the handlebars on the steep descent off of the gap. Upon recovering, the bloodied group descended the rest of the mountain. Near the bottom, Stouffer, in order to make sure he was bloodier than the rest of the group, took a large stick across his shin which brought tears to his eyes but made him think twice about doing such stunts in the future. The ride ended without further incident. At least a few adult beverages were consumed on Egolf's patio post ride.
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Re:the TORC chronicles - 2007/12/14 15:13installment 2 of the escapades of the clowns of the south.
6/7/05 Sorenson, Clay and Egolf met Stouffer at the parking lot off of RT233 near Col.Denning SP. Stouffer drove separately, claiming to have to make a beer delivery, however it may be possible he just wanted some extra time alone with his new bike. The group rode up the hard road into Col. Denning. Entering the park, the group was assaulted with the offensive smell of something dead....or one of the group was crackin' off some nasty gas. The source never was determined. Proceeding up the Old Doublin' Gap road the group took the Cider Path to the Shade Trail. Somewhere on the Shade Trail Stouffer had his rear wheel drop out. Go figure that one. Possibly too much bike fondling going on. Grunting up the North Slope Road, aka the hill that never ends, Clay took off like a shot with Stouffer keeping a good pace behind. Egolf, struggling with the heat and humidity, yo yo'd with Stouffer. Sorenson was designated cleanup. Ripping down the Cider Path and Warner Road Clay broke a seat rail. The group immediately assumed rider error once again. Macgyver Clay rigged his seat and the ride continued. In one moment of shining glory, Egolf gave an exhibition on clearing a downed double tree to Stouffer and Sorenson. Conditions for climbing the old road to the Tuscarora Trail could not have been better. Except for one large tree, three of the group pretty much cleared the climb. The Tuscarora Trail was also in good shape and group had an uneventful ride to the wagonwheel. Descending the Ickes road, now renamed the Tuscarora Trail by some granola heads, Clay, as usual smoked everyone else. Egolf struggled with holding a line and Stouffer, with his new Pumpkin Blur, and feeling a bit ballsy , was hot on Egolf's wheel. Sorenson, squealing like a banshee with his new disc brakes, ran sweep. Adult beverages and peanuts were enjoyed in the parking lot while Stouffer continued to drool over his new bike. Sorenson commented on being glad that no fashion police were present because Stouffer would quickly be arrested for wearing his, for lack of better description, calfcrap colored helmet with his pumpkin orange bike. After Stouffer and Sorenson had a sorted discussion on the subject, the group drove back to Egolf's patio for some Troegs Dead Reckoning Porter and quesadillas provided by Egolf's wife.
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Re:the TORC chronicles - 2007/12/15 10:37Great reports, Ray. When are going to invite anyone other than Wertz down to ride with you? You Southern'ers have a longer riding season than us Northern folk. And no one has Guinness on tap at his home...
HO
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Re:the TORC chronicles - 2007/12/17 08:25hodog wrote: Great reports, Ray. When are going to invite anyone other than Wertz down to ride with you? You Southern'ers have a longer riding season than us Northern folk. And no one has Guinness on tap at his home...
HO
hey...i did. nobody came. made me feel kinda unwanted and unappreciated. put me in to a depression for about.... 10 minutes. but i have a short memory, so i will again soon.
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4 morons (or very dedicated mountain bikers) set off in extreme heat conditions to ride what Egolf calls the "up & back" loop at the end of Laurel Run. The ride coordinator, Egolf led the 3 S's (the term "led" is used in an extremely loose manor) up Laurel Run Road to Phoenix Trail to Tuscarora Trail to Ant Hill Trail to Middle Ridge to Turbett Trail to Sheriff Trail. Mountain laurel was in full bloom making it look like a snowy landscape, however the heat and humidity quickly snuffed out any thoughts of it being a winter ride. Egolf, wanting to be the first to draw blood, fell over like a newbie at the start of the Phoenix climb. This event should have clued Egolf in to the type of ride he would be having. The 3 S's.... Smith, Stouffer and Sorenson....rode past the grounded Egolf, making sure to ridicule and demean in a show of true camaraderie. After the heated climb, the group struggled out the Tuscarora Trail with the 3 S's wishing for some cheese to give to Egolf to have with his whine. Some " nice " horse people cut low hanging branches, and moved rocks all along the trail, nicely leaving the branches on the trail to obscure any line through the rocks. Although all riders fell victim to the rocks at one point or another, it was Stouffer, who pulled a slow motion flying W into the rocks, stoving his thumb , and getting the "MMR" award of the ride. It seems Stouffer likes the moniker of " most maimed rider," probably thinking it makes the beer taste better at the end of the ride. After slugging through Ant Hill the group had a photo session near the intersection with Middleridge. It's amazing how Stouffer and Sorenson always claim they can't ride over logs, however let a camera be produced and they both are clearing huge logs like pros. Both the North and South branch of Laurel Run were the lowest seen by the riders, however no one was able to ride any of the crossings. (Stouffer may have even sacrificed the first paint off of the Pumpkin Blur to the mtn. bike gods in the North Branch). After cleaning off and cooling down in the last creek crossing the group returned to the "party bus" for some low carb adult beverages, once again brought by the ever generous bierman Stouffer, and peanuts. The tribe then returned to Egolf's patio for higher carb adult beverages, snacks and deep intellectual conversation, which considering those involved, was actually quite shallow. Spaghetti was offered by Egolf's wife, however only Sorenson and Egolf accepted. Smith and Stouffer's loss. The group then disbanded with talk of a Thursday ride.
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Re:the TORC chronicles - 2007/12/18 08:446/16/05 "Welcome back my friends to the show that never ends " ride report
Someone once said " the best rides end with a trip to the hospital." If that's the case, then last nights ride was one of the best. And if not one the best, at least one of the most memorable.
The ride started out on a bit of the slow side, for about 10 yards that is. Climbing the road from the Phoenix Bridge to Middleridge Trail the pace picked right up to what would amount to be the overall agenda of the evening. Fast and faster. Clay leading out, Smith on his wheel, Egolf on Smith's and then Stouffer, who was in charge of making sure no bears sneaked up from behind. The Middleridge wall was in perfect climbing condition. Stouffer, however, wanting to get a jump on the ride's MMR award did some sort of backward roll pirouette to the amusement of some of his cohorts. Soon after, Smith succumbed to the first and only flat of the evening. During the fixing of the flat ceremony, Stouffer was kind enough to allow Egolf to test out the Pumpkin Blur in the rocks. Egolf was impressed with the way the bike ate up rocks, but felt the bike was a bit sluggish. An in-depth discussion ensued about suspension set up and rider preference ending only when the flat was fixed and group took off. Again pace was high for the remainder of Middleridge, Anthill, and the road ride to the College Trail. Clay's suggestion to take College was a good one, as the trail was clear, fast and fun. Climbing Spotts, once again the ride picked up to almost race pace with the group taking no breaks till hitting Laurel Run Road. Riding up Cold Springs Trail, Smith and Clay quickly gapped Stouffer and Egolf. Egolf wished he could blame the gap on wanting to enjoy the blooming mountain laurel but knew his fading legs were the real reason. Regrouping at the start of Boiler Trail, the last downhill to the "bus", it was noted how quickly the ride had gone and how Smith would be able to get home early to celebrate his 15th wedding anniversary. The gang again took off down a most pristine boiler, with Clay leading, then Egolf, Smith and Stouffer.
Upon retrospect, the reason for the biggest event of the evening was unclear, however the results could not have been any more clearer. It was surmised during the fastest post-ride return down the valley that either Smith was tired of Stouffer always claiming the " Most Maimed Rider" award or Clay and Egolf put together a most dastardly scheme to separate Smith from his bike. Either way, in the nasty lower regions of Boiler, after passing a dismounted Egolf, Smith took a high swan dive over his handlebars to the unforgiving rocks and ground below thus assuring him the MMR award for the night. While Stouffer went to retrieve Clay and the vehicle, Egolf attended to the unmoving, bloody headed Smith. After a few minutes, the hardcore Smith regained his upright position and slowly descended the rest of Boiler. A relieved Stouffer and Clay helped load up Smith and the bikes and the group made a beeline for home.
It never was determined what caused Smith to endo promoting theories of either a self inflicted injury, or that a strategically placed obstacle by Clay caused Smith to wreck in hopes Egolf could abscond with Smith's bike. However, with Smith coherent and nothing provable, the group, wanting no discord, just let the subject pass. Upon return to Egolf's, and the priority of picture taking out of the way, Smith relaxed, waiting for his wife to come to take him to the E.R. while Clay, Stouffer and Egolf consumed adult beverages and proposed alternative remedies for Smith's ailments. Smith and his wife soon left to celebrate their anniversary at the hospital and Stouffer, Clay, Egolf, and Egolf's wife consumed pizza and more beverages. Stouffer then left in haste hoping to give a hearty farewell to his wife who was leaving for Utah the following morning.
It was later learned that Smith required 9 stitches but suffered no broken bones. The hardcore or stupid Smith went to work the following day.
And Egolf ended up with Smith's bike anyway. All's well that ends well.
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Re:the TORC chronicles - 2007/12/19 09:386/21/05 Summer solstice ride report aka: Ride of the dead rattlesnake
Egolf picked Stouffer up in Ickesburg and the pair proceeded north to the Shade Mountain enduro trails. The two should have recognized the omen of seeing a dead rattlesnake along the road for what it was, but looking forward to riding, were quite oblivious even after Stouffer got dressed on top of an ant colony much to the amusement of Egolf. Was this the prelude of the curse?
Leaving the Shade Mountain parking area in the Bald Eagle State Forest around 6:00pm the riders traveled north on RT 235 to a right turn onto the Shade Mountain Forestry road. Upon climbing up to the Mt. Pisgah altar, Egolf showed Stouffer where he married a Beavertown girl. The altar, built of mountain stone and surrounded by blooming mountain laurel, gives a beautiful view of the valley and mountains to the north. While Egolf was reminiscing about his mountain top experience, Stouffer, allowing a glimpse of his devient inner thoughts, stated that it looked to him "like a good place to go parking."
Upon leaving the alter the two encountered numerous blow downs on the link trail to the enduro trail causing quite a bit of dismounting and explicative language. The curse of the dead rattlesnake had begun in earnest. When finally hitting the cycle trail the two were treated to a very good ride on open trails until Stouffer, suffering from FOE* syndrome caused by Smith's episode the week before, went over the bars onto his head and whacked his elbow. Sucking it up, the duo continued the ride until Egolf suffered a flat. Stouffer was quick to chastise Egolf for his worn out tires and strongly suggested he bite the bullet and put new treads on. Egolf seeing the not too happy look in Stouffer's eyes and not wanting to cause a scene was reluctanly agreeable. It seemed the curse might cause dissention in the ranks.
Continuing, the two missed a turn and wound up back on the Shade Mountain road. Being surprised that it was already 7:30, the pair decided to cut some of the intended enduro trail from the planned ride. After a bit of searching, Egolf led Stouffer back onto the trail on the south side of the mountain. Climbing back towards the top, after some sweet single-track and a slight detour along the state forest boundary line, Egolf once again found the curse of the dead rattlesnake haunting him. Snapping a spoke, his rear wheel quickly went way out of true and not only rubbed his brakes, but under torque, rubbed his chain stay. Fearing a complete wheel failure, the two gave in to the curse, regained the Shade Mountain road and took it and RT. 235 back to the vehicle. Stouffer and Egolf quickly loaded up and retreated back past the dead rattlesnake hoping the curse would not follow them home on the longest day of the year.
• Fear Of Endoing syndrome causes a rider to ride way too cautiously ,therefore causing the rider to not carry enough momentum and cause the exact situation the rider is afraid of and trying to avoid.
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Re:the TORC chronicles - 2007/12/24 08:496/23/05 Curse of the dead rattlesnake part deuce
JRA......any seasoned biker rolls his eyes when he hears the term JRA....just riding along. “I swear....I was just riding along when my seat post snapped right off giving me one unbelievable enema!! Although it's 10 years old, I never ride off road or abuse it in any way. Dude….I never do drops over 3 feet. Isn’t there a lifetime guarantee? NO??...... What's up with that dude??"
Yeah....just riding along...who's gonna believe this? Those were the thought's going through Egolf's head as he stood in the middle of a dirt road staring at the mangled derailleur twisted up around the cogset of Smith's bike, which he had borrowed for the ride. There were no sticks around. What happened? Of course, the rest of the group, Clay, Sorenson and Stouffer were like sharks to blood. “Wait till Smith hears about you bunny hopping water ditches!!" “Gee....I guess Smith's bike just couldn't handle the weight” “Looks like rider error to me!!" and " As much as I don't want to, I think I’ll keep my mouth shut because Egolf has the Guinness ."
After the feeding frenzy subsided, and as Egolf worked to remove the injured drivetrain, Stouffer did relent and say that he was right behind Egolf and saw the whole thing. No sticks, no rider error.... just riding along. That and the fact that it was the hanger that broke and not the derailleur provided some relief to Egolf. However....the ride was in jeopardy at this point. Ride leader Egolf said he would relinquish his position to Clay, coast the broken bike back to the vehicle and return to his house for his own bike. After giving Clay directions, he told the group that upon return he would ride the intended course backwards to meet them. At least the ride could be salvaged for the majority. Stouffer mentioned that this was the first time a rider from this group was abandoned. The curse of the dead rattlesnake, it seems, has a far reach. Once again...presence of curse should have been evident to all when the day's preride activities included a trip to the local garage to remove a seized pedal, that had already claimed one allen wrench, and a last moment stop for gas for which Egolf was most unhappy and, to say the least, very vocal about.
Egolf, heeding Sorenson’s advice about limiting the amount stops, returned after making a rear wheel swap to his bike and quickly scrambled up the middle of the valley to the Warner loop. Hoping to at least make the Tuscarora Trail before meeting the gang, Egolf pushed hard up the climb, but had lost too much time and met the group three quarters of the way up. Egolf was informed that ride leader Clay did a great job on navigation with no one lost. It was also mentioned that the pace was much more relaxed with Clay leading and that Clay may be voted in as permanent ride leader, especially after demonstrating his honed-up log crossing skills.
The group now reunited, deciding it was too early to end the ride and wishing to give Egolf a bit more saddle time, climbed back up to the Tuscarora trail and explored it east to Berry's Gap. Returning to the Warner loop, the group descended to the valley. After stopping for a ”brief” chat at the McCreary cabin the foursome returned to the van. While changing and loading up gear, the group was treated to a lovely visit by a beer drinking local who was " very glad we were out enjoying the area. " Everyone was just thrilled at his approval. It was a while till he left and when it appeared he may return, Stouffer quickly pointed out it was probably a good time to leave to which everyone agreed.
Please note that it appeared that Stouffer may be a bit leery of the fashion police. Although he still has chosen not to paint or replace his helmet, he did don a color coordinated jersey to match his bike. ( although it was not a Haley-Hansen jersey like Sorenson was so proudly wearing and making sure everyone knew) The group returned to Egolf's for hot sausage sandwich's , warm chocolate chip cookies and Guinness, provided by egolf's wife, and some hillbilly music provided by the Landisburg carnival.
Smith, opting for stitch removal at this time, was not present.
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Stouffer was having a major case of deja vu on the Saturday afternoon ride. The group was smaller, Egolf was in for the whole ride this time and the heat was turned up a bit, but the course was the exact same one as the previous Thursday night. Egolf was taking a second chance on Smith's full squishy Trek and, of course, Stouffer was on the new love of his life, the Pumpkin Blur. Climbing the access road Egolf quickly realized he did not hydrate enough. Stouffer, sensing Egolf's suffering, dropped the hammer and placed a nice gap between them to the top of the climb.
Turning downhill on the Cider Path, Egolf got his first chance to see what Smith's bike could do. It immediately became evident that the fork on Smith's bike and the fork on Egolf's bike were night and day. Smith’s bike holds a line far better than Egolf's hardtail with it’s worn out fork.
After sludging through the White Oak Swamp, the duo turned up hill on the Warner Trail. Egolf, either concentrating too hard on the trail or still delirious from the first climb, rode right past a coiled up rattlesnake. The ever astute Stouffer sounded the alarm with a boisterous, and somewhat fearful, exclamation. Egolf hurried back and got a number of pictures of the beautiful chocolate brown snake. Egolf was only able to get the snake to rattle after some prodding with a stick. Egolf proclaimed that finding the live rattlesnake would nullify the dead rattlesnake curse. Stouffer proclaimed that finding the live rattlesnake cured him of his FOE syndrome because he was now more worried about rattlesnakes than endo-ing.
The two continued to the wagonwheel and turned down the Lehman road. As the trail turned rockier, the Trek was a delight under Egolf with it's trail smoothing ability. Egolf felt he could pretty much pick his line and have the bike go where he wanted it to. He was not quite sure if the gap he put on Stouffer was due to the bike or that Stouffer, having had the thrill of finding one rattlesnake, was more intent on locating another one than he was on riding. The ride ended without further incident with the riders being out about an hour and a half in the 90 plus degree weather. A nice ride on a hot day.
For after ride refreshments, Stouffer, again being ever generous, brought IC light in very cool aluminum bottles.
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South Folk….Middleridge….north on Anthill[b]...nasty endo…ripped shorts…North Folk…..up Tuscarora Trail…cross Cowpens….more Tuscarora…..fall over in the rocks....more Tuscarora….down Phoenix….Cowpens to the vehicle.
That pretty much sums up Egolf’s ride for the evening. Clay, Sorenson and Stouffer joined Egolf on the expedition. The other three faired better on the ride although Sorenson did break a brake lever and Clay did a nice “ slide in to home base” coming down Phoenix. Egolf, riding Smith’s Trek, switched bikes with Clay midway through the ride in order to give a softtail a try. This was after replacing Stouffer’s fixation on rattlesnakes with the fear of endo-ing by Egolf forcing Stouffer to watch him do a high swan dive into the rocks on Anthill. Smith’s bike was unscathed due to Egolf allowing the bike to land on top of him, however Egolf’s shorts couldn’t claim the same, as a large hole was ripped in the front of them. Somehow in the process Egolf had his left glove come completely off.
Could it be gremlins or the return of the curse? Either way, to say the least, Egolf was not a happy camper. It seems Clay must have been worrying about the possible ramifications of the fashion police as he was wearing brand new shoes that matched his helmet, socks and gloves. And in true mountain biker fashion he made sure to get his new shoes wet on their maiden voyage.
After some refreshments provided by Stouffer, the foursome returned to Egolf’s for more refreshments and nachos made by Egolf’s wife. Smith showed up later after dissing the gang for his roadie buddies.
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Clay, Sorenson, Stouffer and Egolf took a leisurely ride up Dynamite, over the Blain-McCrea Road, hiked the Tuscarora Trail to the top and bombed back down the other side. Turning left on Meadows Road, they did a short climb with Sorenson feeling his oats and leading the way to a right hand turn and some bushwhacking on what Sorenson called the OG trail due to it's overgrown nature. Egolf actually named the trail Lewisberry due to it’s terminus at the Lewisberry camp.
Descending Meadows Road, the group did a little exploration and then headed back for the vehicle. Thinking it would be cruise, Sorenson became worried when Egolf threw in a late ride detour that had the look of an extended climb. But after a short climb and a fairly mellow logging road ride the foursome were back at the van. Having an after ride beverage became almost unbearable due to the bugs so the gang returned to Egolf's patio for hotdogs and Guinness.
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Clay, Egolf and Stouffer made a trip west on Saturday to the famed railroad bed ride...the Iron Horse Trail. This rail-trail has fooled many a rider looking for a nice easy ride. The Iron Horse is 11 miles of true mountain biking. Although there are no extended climbs the trail itself will work even the most seasoned rider. After Egolf fiddled with his bike while the other two put about a mile on their odometers riding back and forth in the parking lot, the group finally got moving. Some of the trail was very grown in and the trio shed much blood riding through the briars. Numerous trees crossed the trail as it appeared no maintenance had been done in quite a long while. The group still had a good ride with no major incidents. Miller High-Life Light was provided by the Bierman for after ride refreshment. The three felt it would be a good idea take on the iron horse with trail maintenance in the near future.
Note: Since July of 2005, much work has been done to the Iron Horse. Extensions have been added along with the opening of other connecting trails. Mileage options are now readily available. This trail is one of Perry County's best.
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Re:the TORC chronicles - 2008/01/04 09:257/6/05 Curse of Dark Hollow ( not to be confused with the Curse of the Dead Rattlesnake ) Ride report
Clay should have known it wasn't going to be a good night when he had to wait 2 plus hours for the rest of the crew to show up. Clay arrived at the parking lot near Big Flat in the Michaux State Forest around 4:00. Stouffer and Egolf arrived at approximately 5:30. Sorenson decided to show up around 6 or 6:15, blaming his lateness on " driver error."
Clay, Stouffer and Egolf took a warm-up ride while waiting for Sorenson and the main ride actually got stated around 6:30. The trails were damp with the rocks a bit slick but otherwise in good shape. Egolf had trouble holding a line until he left some air out of his shock. This made his ride much more enjoyable even after he broke a spoke in his front wheel. Sorenson was riding in rare form, smoking along, until an endo ended his mojo. Stouffer, putting the Pumpkin Blur through the ropes, had a great first ride on Wildcat and Flat trail.
But then the curse struck! Egolf came up on a dismounted Clay only to hear the most dreaded words an uninjured and coherent mountain biker could ever utter....." my frame's broke." Egolf could see in Clay's eyes that he had gone into shock. Sure enough, Clay's Litespeed was broken on the left chainstay weld at the dropout. It had to be either " rider error " or "the curse."
Of course, Clay opted to blame it on the curse, but the remaining trio was not so sure. Either way, Clay had picked pretty much the most further point from the vehicles to breakdown. Sorenson, Stouffer and Egolf finished Flat trail, with Clay running behind, and made straight away for the parking lot so Stouffer could drive back and pick up Clay. Egolf and Sorenson met up with three other returning riders who faired better on their trek. Uncle Don, Chuck B and Darius had just returned from the same area, looking none the worse for their efforts. Could it be these guys know how to ward off the curse? If so, they weren't divulging any secrets, even with the offer of some Miller High Life Light and peanuts by Stouffer upon his return with Clay.
After much discussion on a lot of important and not so important issues the group disbanded around 9:00 with Clay heading home to break the news to his wife. Sleeping options were offered by sympathetic members of the group.
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Re:the TORC chronicles - 2008/01/07 08:32As I was not on this ride, Mr. Stouffer attempted to write a ride report. The emphasis is on ATTEMPTED. I have not edited the following in any way except to remove one explicative that probably shouldn't be in this forum. Try to enjoy. 7/10/05 lost and found... ride report by Magellan stouffer
ah.. yes .. the bulr boys set out sun. am hoping to do the shade mt enduro trial... armed with a 50something memory and ray's instruction the night before over some cold ic light... off we went.... larz and bierman found the parking lot along 235 and off we went headed for the sacred overlook of beaver spings as well as ray and karen special place... only to find two young lovers camped out ... welll they too were enjoying the special place... we picked up the trial,no problem until the first intersection... took a left then another left then another one then came back to the beginning intersection ... u guessed it ...LOSST.. somehow we made it out to the stone covered road feeling like we FOUND our way ... crossed the road heading for what i thought would take us back to the parking lot.... three hrs. later and much tooo much trial mantenance.. oh my god we never road more than a 100 yds. at a time dismounting moving blow downs... oh s#!t.....some unruly rider threw his bike into the laurel in a fit of rage... the poor blur... making a long and horrible story or ride short we came baack onto the road ... no longer LOSST we FOUND our way back..... here i sit reliving the horrow.. better ride next time!!!!
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Stouffer picked Egolf up around 3:30 and the two made a trek up Kennedy’s Valley. The ride had a bit more urgency than most rides as both Stouffer and Egolf had family get-togethers to attend after the ride.
The two climbed the access road to the Cider Path at a good rate in what had to be 90 degree plus heat. Going through the deer fence Stouffer made some adjustments to his shock which had been plaguing him for the last two rides. Climbing the Warner Road through the White Oak Swamp went well and soon the two were at the Wagonwheel. Descending the Lehman Road, aka the Tuscarora Trail, Egolf botched the log crossing but made up for it later when, by stoke of luck, he cleared a section of the trail that had not been cleared before. Stouffer did a balancing act by sticking a large stick through his front wheel, stopping his bike cold and doing a nice nose wheelie. No endo occurred and no blood was lost. The rest of the ride went without incident although Egolf was a bit disappointed no rattlesnakes were encountered.
The entire ride was done in an hour and 20 minutes. Adult beverage was provided by Stouffer and then the two returned for a couple pints of Guinness on Egolf's patio. Fresh cookies, made by Egolf's wife, seemed to compliment Stouffer’s Guinness quite nicely.
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