August 16, 2007

Taos Dirt - The Ride That Tried - Elliot Barker

Mr. Will-Cocks and I tried to ride and we ended up boozin' instead.

We had intended to meet the Tuff Riders for an epic day on the South Boundary Trail - however due to my inability to comprehend the english language and a standard 12-month calendar; it didn't work out.

We waited for 30 minutes at the rendevous point (the Bean Coffee Shop in Taos) for the Tuff Riders to show up ....and nobody did and I was cussin' and we motored and did our own thing. (I later found out the ride was actually scheduled for the following Saturday and that I'm a complete dumb-ass).

Anyway, JW and I decided to do an epic Elliot Barker SBT half-moon-super-gnarl-bad-ass-manly-man ride... ..... but, the easy way. Jen agreed to drive us up to Palo Flechado Pass saving a 1.5 hour climb on the highway.

Yes, my friends, the trail was angry that day and it had it out for us from the beginning.....and after only about an hour of muddy climbing....SNAP-PING (shit)....Johns chain breaks. No problem, we have a chain tool - we'll just fuze that mutha back together and keep crankin'. Ah.... but this is one of them-there shitty-ass Shimano chains and Johnny Dub don't have the magic black pin required for a Shit-mano fix..........(crap).


Simultaneous to the chain break (and the fact that J-Dub was powering up that steep climb with his Tom Platz-like telephone-pole legs, literally warping the topography as he rode)....the edge of the broken chain caught on the front derailleur and that massive force jacked that all up too. (Oh jeez).

OK - to finish the ride with no front derailleur is not big deal but a gimpy chain might be a problem. We remove the derailleur and fix the chain the best we can and continue climbing up to the SBT trailhead and then....CLUNK-SNAP....it breaks again (sigh).


We still had a long haul and figured it would be best to wheel the 15 miles back into town (almost all downhill) ..........and start boozin'. And so it was.

Checking their watches, confused tourists were just finishing breakfast as we ordered IPAs. Ya see, it's a happy ending.