Lets get the buckle

I just arrived home in a torrential downpour. I dint mind, in fact, I enjoyed it a lot. I have been riding since I left work except for a party at a friends house where I managed to devour enough grilled meat to feed ten thousand. I am pretty proud of my stop over because I stuck to two rules for the evening. Don’t do beer and get out at a reasonable time so I can take the long way home. I pulled it all off.  It was great to do my first social gathering since I moved here and good people to boot.

The first objective of the evening was to bike to the “M” trail again but instead of hiking I did a single speed (lots of hiking) along the Foothills Trail.  I couldn’t help but think back to the PH100 again.  There was this moment on my last lap where I didn’t think I was going to make the cut off for the belt buckle. But then I saw @evilbanks ahead of me. Since I had flatted a couple times I thought I was just catching back up to him. . I rode up to him and tapped him on the shoulder.

“Let’s get the buckle”, I exclaimed as I rode past him. He gave me some kind of puzzled look and nodded me on. Kind of like when Weins beat Armstrong that one time in Leadville. When he finally finished later he said that I had lapped him and there was no way in hell he was getting a buckle. 

I laughed out loud and turned around to ride back down the trail to my friends house.  Once I arrived at my friends house I proceeded to mingle and eat lots of meat. I heard of stories of grand running loops. Along Foothills, up Sipes, Down Baldy. Up Baldy and back. All that talk got me super excited and I slipped out the back door to take a grand tour on the north roads back to town. I saw a great lightening show and grizzly weather on my final approach. I imagined riding up to Brandon and tapping him on the shoulder, “Common, first one home gets a treat”.