Shots from the MusketLoader...rrrr... Maskenthine XC Race

Album Cover Shot




How many double-headed eagles do you see?

1st in class, 3rd overall

Nate climbing to the finish

Expert Open Podium

Single Speed Podium (yours truly was 4th)

Long Road Home

Assorted Snobbery: The Colbert Bump

Politicians aren't the only one's looking for a little increase in popularity. In order to increase this blog's dwindling metrics (not really), I decided to turn to the Colbert Nation and the infamous 'Colbert Bump' to raise my stats. So heroes, head into Leon's and try the Spicy Sweet Chili. (Do they give out Peabody's for blogging?)

"Excellence in Snacking"

Channel Neil Cassady?

What had been a pack of racers heading down to Arkansas to race has now dwindled to a decision about whether or not I want to channel the great driver of the beat generation, put in 12 behind the wheel, race 80 miles, then turn the Prius around and drive back.



Enjoy it, indeed.

Tired

A couple of hours into my planned four hour Wilderness ride, I was ready to find a couch, warm vanilla latte and some tasty pastry. It's been a long week, in part from continuing to rack miles but more because my crew was away for the week and by today I was sick of the "bachelor" life. I was ready for things to get back to normal, like having my kids pull me outside to play when I am spent after a long ride or Mrs. Snob bringing me back to reality with some chore or responsiblity we need to take care of. I wouldn't call it a rally, but I did finish the time I wanted to get in, helped along the way by Brandon Minks falling out of the sky and giving me a heart attack and crossing paths with Nate, who was out spinning the park on his Jeff Jones. It's funny how a little far those little encounters can take you.

I guess it's safe to say the season is here. MG already put Lincoln on the board and with a local XC race this weekend and Corey, Kevin Burke and I heading to Ouachita, we're all about to get busy in a hurry.

For now though, I'm off to play a game of Sorry with the crew. Bikes can wait.

Saturday

With Ouachita coming up next weekend, I wanted to spend as much time and energy on single track as possible today so I paid a little visit to Branched Oak. Excited to hear how the Lincoln crew did down at Landahl. We've had a lot of guys putting in some strong work already this year.

Great way to kick start a ride.




Lakefront view for the cost of a little work.

The Triple got a bit higher in the middle.

Oh To Be A Pretty Prancer...

12 Hours of Sexy Night

Dirty Revolutions

First Single Track of 08

Handbuilt, eh?

On the Crest

Still sitting in the afterglow of a though 3 plus hours with Sam today. Headwinds to hills and back again. Yesterday's word of the day: Dogleg. Today's: Ouch. I'm also heading into a week without the crew as Mrs. Snob and gang headed back to Indy for spring break. The plan is to pile on some miles this week. The good stuff waits just around the corner.

Sam decided to make me pay for my two flats yesterday with a little pain.

Even with an expression that says, "WTF?" Sam wears the colors well.

Humpty Dumpty was a Big Fat Egg...

He was playing the wall, then he broke his leg.



Happy Easter.

Okay. You Got?

Two black shirts
Two pair black pants
One pair of black boots
One black jacket

$300 personal burial money

All right..........

Welcome to Project Mayhem.....

This Will Be So Precious...

Nate, Sam and I will see you at the H8TR100.

Seven's Snappy Cap

Fabric chosen by Seven. Magic woven by Mrs. Snob.

Bonk Recovery Position

Closing out the weekend's mileage didn't prove as easy a time as I would have thought. I went from 'tired but fine' while spending some time with Mr. Avey to the classic head down and slowly rolling the cranks around solo. As I think is common, my mind wandered over to thoughts of food and anything warm started sounding good. Cheeseburgers, fries, coffee and scones, dominated above all else. For a while, only the thought of that chilled to the bone restart to ride home kept me from stopping. I played a little mental tic-tac-toe like this for an hour before arriving back at the ranch. No cheeseburgers, fries or scones, but I did fire up the espresso machine. With Ouchita just around the corner, I'm ready to recover and do it again next weekend.

Assume the position

Experimental mid-ride post

I've Never Been to Madison...

Event from the Factory.

Design from Jesse Lalonde.

Let's Do Lunch

Sunny and 60 saw the return of a ride I like to call the "Nooner." I've been heading to the Y over lunch all winter, but it's time to diversify. Five minutes to gravel and a nice little loop for some extra mileage and decompression session before heading back to the office.
Skipped out on going to see Rollins tonight at the Rococo, now I kinda wish I had gone.

Arbor Lake, which never seems to have any water in it.

Another long view of Lincoln.

So Snob's Kinda Social. Demented and Sad, But Social.

Alright men, fan out.

Road to nowhere.

To quote Sam, "It's the Volvo of the Apocolypse."

Closing out the day.

Did You Ride Today? Nice! Me Too...

This guy wasn't very keen on my riding by.


The Class of 1980 Still RULES!!

If you look closely, you'll see downtown Lincoln in the distance.

Happy Friday from Chopper Reid