Monday, September 12, 2005

passin’ out

Since I've never driven a motorcycle, I decided not to motorpace Shonny. How about the passes?

One by one we arrive at Bread. Two hours later we’ve said hello to half the town and have had our fill of chatter, coffee and sugar. We better go before we bonk. Heck yea!

At the Schoolhouse, Peanut watched over our stuff as the (Two) Mile High Club began the parade up the pass.
Irene and Wink at 8800 ft

We rode pretty darn hard, bringing light headed-ness and illness to all.
Irene and Kricket nearing tree line

One down, two to go. I don’t know if I want to do another one?!? said number 12 in the World. Let’s take photos. Enjoy the views. Goof off a little.
the Club over by the sign


Oh no! Here come those Bread boys. Don’t let ‘em catch us! The two 100 lb-ers took off and won the downhill competition...proving the theories of aerodynamics and ghetto booties are correct.

The climb up Molas Pass was fast but not fast enough, since nobody puked. Wink was our leader until the Irene train flew by. His statement to the press: I could have gotten on if I wanted. Sure...

The good thing about the passes is that they get easier and shorter. Well...they get shorter. Only 3 more miles! We made it over the top! Dizziness disappeared and awareness returned. Hey, isn’t it time for lunch? And a trip to the river? Heck yea!

the home stretch

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