Baggy pants. They provide decent coverage to grandfathers, but they are, well, baggy. And prone to catching on pointed objects; for instance the tip of a bike saddle. And if that happens when a rider is attempting a drop-off from a standstill, said rider may have problems moving his weight backwards with the almost inevitable result of a forward flip also known as an endo.
But it was not this little incident at the top of Roetter's Route that earned me the privilege of writing this report. A little way back just after Bat tunnel on the steep tar part, I had problems changing gears with ominous screeching sounds emanating from the chain. Just before it broke. Fortunately Stealth was at hand to fix it, but had some problems with all the mud. Oh, I did not mention: It was wet. And muddy. The continuous rain of the previous two days had almost completely stopped, but it was still wet. And slippery. After the chain was fixed and threaded correctly, although QT was sceptical about that, it was still not turning freely and some bending had to be done. It was then that the penny dropped: Just before Bat tunnel I was riding on this sloping trail. It was wet. And muddy. And slippery. You can guess what happened next. That, however, was not the cause of me having to write the ride report. The rain had stopped and seven knights of the night ignored the fact that it would still be wet and muddy. As Hardy was still away on his hike of the Otter trail, QT had to represent the household and she was assisted by Power Girl and D1. The less fairer sex consisted of Gadget who lead, Stealth who sweeped, Mummy, back from Vietnam with bike fixed and your's truly clad in baggy pants. Stealth had forgotten to bring his helmet along and QT would not hear of him proceeding without it. She was supported by the rest of the group: No helmet, no ride. We decided to pick one up from Gadget's abode. His remote control was not working and after getting his neighbour to open the gate, the rest of us parked in a row to break the beam and keep the gate open. An arriving resident was quite scared by the clothed from top to bottom, helmeted, lighted-bike straddling cohort blocking the entrance and passed with wide, wild eyes. One would expect Gadget to know the trails close to his home like the palm of his hand, but fact is that he took a wrong turn and we had to turn back. It was on this turn that I discovered that the road was really wet, muddy and slippery and the cause of me having to pain you reading this report. There is more to tell, but I'll conclude by stating that we did exactly 25 kms and that it was, as always, thoroughly enjoyable. Oupa Gert. --~--~---------~--~----~------------~-------~--~----~ You received this message because you are subscribed to the Google Groups "DarkAndDirty" group. To post to this group, send email to [email protected] To unsubscribe from this group, send email to [email protected] For more options, visit this group at http://groups.google.com/group/DarkAndDirty?hl=en -~----------~----~----~----~------~----~------~--~---
