Mid September and school was back in. Hmmmm . . . we need a ride. Bikes and Riders started rolling into one of our favorite places just past the Harris Creek summit Friday afternoon.
Counted 27 total bikes betwixt 9 families, including some great ones like:
Killer Kate and Easy Rider Ezra Gunner and Son of a Gunner J
Bam Bam Brandon and Boys
A collection of Conklin's
A rabble of Rex's
An arsenal of Andelin's
A winrow of Westers
A Net full of Neyman's
and A measure of Menloves
LINE EM UP, and LOCK N' LOAD
A BIG Southern "Thank you Sir" to The Colonel for setting this one up, and supplying another tremendous motivator for attendance:
The man uses smoke to his advantage!
Conditions were fantastic, and the spread The Colonel laid out would have made another Colonel jealous.
The trip wasn't without incident. We will not give too many details.
Suffice it to say, it should be head up, feet down.
There was one more achievement from this trip. There has been one individual who has been wanting a name, so a name he shall have. It came to me near the end of the trip. I had watched Weston race a loop we found over and over. Timing it, and trying to keep up with Mad Man Michael, always wanting to do it again. I have noticed this behavior with him around a ping pong table as well. Late Saturday afternoon, Weston loaded up his bike and informed the kids it was time to go home. Got it all strapped down, and sat down to enjoy friends for another minute.
Then he said, "Alright, one more ride." He unloaded his bike, and off we went, but the evidence was in place.
Please say hello to "Weston One More"
See you next year at IRON HORSE RENDESVOUS II
