TNR Report

"Ice is bullshit." That is what Brad the Impaler had to say about the conditions we rode in last night. He is amassing quite the list of items that fall under that general designation: geese, the human rights museum, and global warming. Not to mention a handful of others that might best be left off the record. It is not always the case that the Imapler's assessments are met with unanimous nods of approval. But as far as the ice last night went, nobody seemed to disagree.

That is not to say, however, that our ride was not a good one. In fact, it was as sweet as the air was crisp and the trail slippery. We made our way via the monkey trails over to the junkshon, where we enjoyed a well-deserved coffee break.



KK showed up with Ian's Pugsley.


He said it handled the ice better than the crappy old road bike he usually rides. He also seemed resigned to the fact that he would be following Halberto aboard the ffffat tyred bandwagon long before next winter roles around. Others, however, insisted that they would not give in to temptation. We will see.

Graham was again awesome--especially when he admitted experiencing the dreaded Tuesday night bonk on the ride over to the klubhaus from the junkshon. Jonny G, ever the good samaritan, dropped back to ensure that he arrived safely.

I had to leave the klubhaus early, just as the discussion about the sloth cross film festival was getting started. That is too bad, since it deprived everyone of the opportunity of buying me some birthday darkness. But it sounds like it was a productive meeting. We have a first draft of a program. But it still needs to be refined. Fortunately, we have another week to do some fine tuning. Check back tomorrow to see what we have so far.