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Tuesday, October 10, 2006

Cojack (was) In The House

I took last friday off as payback for 8 days spent in Las Vegas. Dropped Jordan off at school then went home and hit the snooze button for a while. Then I got up, threw the El Mariachi in the van, and headed for Lebanon Hills in Eagan.

Leb is sweet. Nice challenging riding in a small area. Props to the folks that have built and maintained it for showing land managers what can be accomplished in a small space in a suburban environment.

There was some new stuff on the trail that I hadn't seen yet. Getting to Leb is a commitment for me as it is clear across town and I can just roll from my front door to the Wirth trails so easily.

I turned 3 of the big boy laps and then headed to work to hook up with visitors from afar. Well, not that far...but Cojack hadn't been here in a while, and it had been quite a while since I'd gotten to ride with him.

With Jimmy Mac setting the fast pace (the only pace he knows), Cojack, Bruno, Brian, Pintz, Tat, and myself charged the river trail. Just the west end to the raft since we were on a schedule. Once there, Pintz broke open the backpack and distributed one beer each which we swilled with enthusiasm. Then we were off with blasted Seamus at the front again.

Part way back my legs were shot. Not so funny cramps were kicking in right above my knees whenever I'd stand. So I rolled it back to the trail head where I caught up.

I don't do group rides very often. They take that extra bit of scheduling that puts a little too much complexity into an already complex life. But that was a good one. Nice and refreshing and fun. Fun to rip corners with friends. Fun to share a beer on a trail.

Just plain fun.

-Kid

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