You would think with all these bailers that we were on a sinking ship or something! Seniore' P and I did an epic 15 mile case to gay city ride while lawnboy and g-string rode around in a ryder truck filled with stolen AV equipment mapping out there escape route with gps (and beer) in hand. MOAS thought the $2.00 off meat special at the big Y was more important and we left superman in the parking lot so he could paddle (girlscouts that is). Big steve could not fit his bike and his new 15 year old girlfriend in the car (acceptable excuse!!). Seniore' P is officially out of his mountain biking funk - kicking my ass once again. I must have knocked some sense into him during our valley falls ride last friday (I tackled him from about 4' in the air as I was falling off a rock - minor concussion).. I missed every log and well... he didn't miss any. I made it up keiths drop-off anyway and some nice teeth to boot.. Excellent swan dive off the blue steep downhill SP (way to get behind the seat)!! To gay city LOTS of near death air was had on the drainage ramp downhill, then back on the red. Seniore' P's freewheel broke so we STARTED to take the road back but had a brain fart to take a pukemaster style "short cut" on a trail that added about 4 miles to our trip home (in the dark). No crybaby soup for gary - very little bitching for someone riding a bike with no freewheel!! Full buckets!! PM P.S. It did not rain at all during the ride!! No Im not lying. Yes I have a tan to prove it. No its not windburn!