24 hours of pattering rain, followed by a cool, sunny, breezy, 55 degree morning. That’s perfect surf conditions at Munson Hills. Bushy and I grabbed our boards and charged down the beach into the surf, where we spent an hour (or less) catching swell after swell of packed down pine needle sets, peeling off the Earth like ripping paper.
Catching Munson under these conditions is to know the sweetest, smoothest, ride in town.
The weekend had a festive air due to my brother, “Junior” turning 30. His cake was decorated with a cap and gown, a holy bible, and two wedding rings with the slogan, “THE FUTURE IS NOW”. Good fun, let me tell you, good fun.
I have to give a shout out to Mr. Tim Evans, who spotted us off the Live Oak Connector trail on Friday, with the Jamis upside down and in in distress. It was just turning dark and my rear derailer was shoved backwards through my wheel like a dislocated knee. Mr. Evans eagle-eyed us through the brush, turned back, hiked down the trail in his khakis and power tie, and offered to load up the damaged bike and haul me out of there. He had a bike rack and everything. Fortunately, Bushy and I were able to Frankenrig the thing into working for another 3 miles. Still, the cycling brotherhood is strong, and I thank Mr. Evans for being his brother’s keeper.
I’ve got nothing else for you this morning, in fact, this is a good time for me to take requests, suggestions, criticism, or whatever towards the improvement of the BRC.
And we all know a direct request for a response is a guarantee of silence around here.