Well the pictures are up and it’s time to wax poetic. No, none of that haiku crap basom and mildbill inflict on us. Just lots and lots of my stupid humor. So without further ado, it’s time for the Moab trip report!
Thursday lph and I jump in the truck and embark on a nice little 13 hour drive. A brief stopover in SLC is made to pick up flatrider’s new bike. At this point I should mention that GT40 drove all the way from Ogden to SLC just to drop off the bike. It’s just one of the MANY reasons why GT was, is, and always shall be THE MAN!!!!! ( <- understatement of the millenium)
[inside Arty’s head] “I man not be able to break this thing, but I’m sure as hell gonna try!”
After a brief 5 hour jaunt from SLC, we arrive in the promised land. It was around midnight and so we really couldn’t see a thing. When we awoke the next morning, I was blown away. So this is why everyone loves this place. How little I knew.
So we ate a nice breakfast…mmmmmm…baconnnnn… and then trekked up to slickrock. The first carnage of the trip would occur in the parking lot. In front of a fairly decent crowd, lph wheelied his Heckler right onto his ass. Despite the fact that I could empathize with his situation, I laughed hard enough to cry. He muttered something about having his cross country tire/rim on the front, and thus he wasn’t used to the light weight. Sure. Sure.
So with his pride now crushed and my nerves jumping due to the unknown, we decided to hit the trail. Once again the view was awful.
I quickly learned that my Sidi Dominator’s needed to be thrown in the trash. Nothing like trying to stand on steep slickrock in hard soled shoes. Thankfully, my Ahhhhnold like calves saved me from a lot of embarrassment.
“Grrrrrrrr”
Somewhere between spring skiing in Mammoth and Argentina I had discovered something strange…catching air is fun! So I took my new found sense of stupidity and proceeded to huck my meat.
Hmmm…that was easy. Maybe I’ll step in up a bit…
“Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!!!!!!”
Do over!
So with me now full of sand, we decided to head back. Time for the hot tub, a long shower, dinner, and some of that famous Utah beer.
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