Big steve, MOAS (season debut), sir pissalot, matt? (I need some frikin ginko), and myself sped out of the girscout camp brownies in hand (yipee) looking for new trails - steve was already throwing around the usuall bad conversation telling us how he likes it in the back (and thats where he was 99% of the ride). By the time we hit the yellow, the smell of puke was in the air like a rosery.. around the neck. Literally. Sorry guys. Anyway out on the red at a hellish pace matt was not letting up.. to blue to NEW blue (and I was only kidding about the new 10 miles of trails) New blue was good. Then followed the blue down the ridge (nice tech's), LOTS of good riding going on. Matt fits right in follow the leader style. MOAS was riding like his leg was never broken nailing climbs and technicalities ( I did have to catch him on a fall though!) Later matt caught me as I was hanging upside down from a tree - no joke!. Thanks matt. Oh Seniore pissalot was bushwacking better than I ever have- out of control on the sick downhill (he followed my line - haaaaa). Down on the backside yellow (shut it!) and then up to a nemesis climb (2nd try not even so much as a smear out of me). Gary was the only dabbless one on the BIG log. OK to make the rest of this long story short, jay and steve bailed on the red, the rest of us ate old fig newtons we found on the trail and I got 3 flats (did anyone help me??? bastards) and we ssssSSMOked home thanks to matt (kicked my ass! - well kind of). Nice ride!! Did anyone else ride home with their head out the window gasping for air hoping some life would fill their lungs?? anyone??? Ok - till the next time. No buckets just napalm like puke filling the air on our route. p.s. LAWNBOY would have died on this ride, just as well he stayed home and cut the grass (probably smoked some too!) - bastard.....