Boneshakerbike

Imaginary racing

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Today I did a triathlon but the only evidence is my gps tracks which include my back country ski and snow bike followed by a skate ski. Even though I pulled out the win (last one standing) it wasn’t until the middle of the skate ski that my counterpart gave up and went to the lodge to throw back a couple cold ones. The tragedy is that I lost my camera so now I must post a description without visual stimulation. So you might want to skip this blog since my writing skills suffer from  limited vocabulary and twisted imagination. I guess I will try and paint a picture for each stage.

We were the last ones out of the lodge that morning. We finally got a chance to explore the big cabin and found nice comfy bunk beds upstairs. So even though the rest of the pack were trudging out and getting a huge lead on us we lay on our backs basking in silence. The ceiling was tong and groove pine and even thought the cabin was almost ten years old looked brand new. I suggested we build a cabin like this and we dozed off trying to come up with ideas on how to finance a piece of land.  The silence in the public cabin was broken when a skier came clunking into the front door and woke us up.  We quickly put on our skis and headed out on the first leg, a classical ski to the vehicle.

I was shocked to see fresh floatation bike tracks in the snow in front of me and soon enough a snow biker came into view. I wanted to stop and chat but the first prime was at stake and I needed to get to checkpoint 2 before the skate skier.  But I lost and went into debt to her which included one porter at the brewery in hamilton. The bike leg took the majority of the day and included the usual snowmobile encounters and slogging through warm evening snow. All of it went pretty fast except for the half hour spent hiking towards a moose. The large beast kept looking back and then back down the road. It looked like it was trying to determine if it was worth moving out of the road or not.  Looking back at us it wondered if maybe we could be persuaded to turn around. Maybe a small charge and attack would do it.  Then moments later looking back down the road it was wondering how far down the road the new guest wanted to go.  There was one certain thought in the mosses head. I am damn sure not going to walk through that 5 foot deep snow alongside the road.

In the end I outlasted everyone and it was not hard. The hardest thing of the day was skate skiing in a classic ski only area.  I double polled up one trail with a moderate amount of climbing.  That is tough folks.  There was one stretch that i had enough room to skate and went past one visiting family from England.

“What is that man doing mommy?”

“That is called freestyle honey … it is not really what we are doing … “, a long pause followed by a sigh, “It’s a new thing that some skiers are doing now”.

I skied up and made the final turn to come back to the lodge and collect my winning prize, a kiss from a hot podium girl. I focused on my form because I wanted to look as good as I could coming across the finish line to take the world championship.  I passed the family again and the boy who was getting up off the ground looked up at me with a bright smiling face.

“We tried to do what you are doing but it is hard … whew … I keep falling down”.

Another soul inspired to do something different in a woprld of imaginary racing.

ON THIS DAY FEBRUARY 13TH

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