A fine day it was. The Rivendell garage sale. My younger brother (the better looking one or so he says) and I woke up bright and early to catch the great deals at the garage sale. Being young and hungry we stop by Main Street bagels for some nice lox bagels. This was our only mistake today having missed the opening of the garage sale by a 15 minutes. In those precious 15 minutes lost we missed out on some really good frame deals. But alas it was not fated, but we still lucked out on some great swag at the sale. We both picked up some merino wool shirts and zip-ups while I grabbed some really cool looking Bridgestone posters for my classroom. Between the two of us we snagged four rear saddle bags. More than once did we "steal" a deal from a handful of people. All in good spirits though as we got to meet new and old friends. Cool to see a lot of the people from the forum. Interesting meeting people I've only meet online or know me through my pictures I post on the forum. The section at the garage sale that was most interesting was the 1$ section where there was a mixture of random parts and one cycling shoe. When asked about the single cycling shoe Grant replied, "But it only a dollar!", touche. Great deals all around! But the real reason why I came was for the Non-Rivendell Rivendell bike ride. Since my younger brother wasn't feeling well he went home after the sale and skipped the ride. The group had a few honest and wise words before the start of the ride, "This is a non-rivendell group ride, so if you fall off your bike and break something, lets hope you have health insurance" followed by some more wise advice, "We hope you have water because they're leaving now." Great way to start the ride. After a couple of miles we stopped in front of the hospital to regroup and the big group split up into two groups. Grant taking a nice relaxed ride up to Mt. Diablo on the road and Head Mechanic Mark taking the dirt to Rock City and beyond. So the groups split up. Having ridden Mt. Diablo's road a few times I wanted to ride something I wasn't familiar with, so I went with Mark. Trying to pick up the pace so I won't get dropped I catch up to the four other riders. Looking back I find out that no one else follows. Not a good sign. We take Shell Ridge to get to Rock City. The ride was fantastic, hot and dusty. Half because of the trail and half because Mark was giving us a proper lesson of eating dust. I forgot the route we went mostly because I was tried, out of shape and tried to keep up with Mark. One route we went was Dusty Trail. Found out that the trail was in a word, dusty. So dusty is fact that I took a really soft fall down one of the trails trying to avoid a biker coming down. Returning to the group dusty from head to toe was very funny because no one really thought it was off at all. Finally getting to Rock City I was spent and needed to head by to the shop to pick up the last few things I left. While riding back I got a really good cramp that forced my to lay down for a few minutes, running into some more riders I get a cramp again right before I get to the shop. Then once more at the shop. I laid down for a bit while Grant rode up and laugh at my dismay, all in good fun even with the many cramps I had an awesome time. Thanks Rivendell for the experience looking forward to decorating my classroom on Monday, with my new posters and what not.
Pictures prove it happen: http://www.flickr.com/photos/mannyacosta/sets/72157625082170728/ -Manny " Why is everyone laughing at my pain" Acosta -- You received this message because you are subscribed to the Google Groups "RBW Owners Bunch" group. To post to this group, send email to rbw-owners-bu...@googlegroups.com. To unsubscribe from this group, send email to rbw-owners-bunch+unsubscr...@googlegroups.com. For more options, visit this group at http://groups.google.com/group/rbw-owners-bunch?hl=en.
