Figured it was selling it way short to just call it an ACH ride...
To those of you who missed it; we wished you had made it, but there will be more rides. Soon.
To those of you who were there, you know what a [email protected]$$ ride this was.
First things first, the HARDCORE award goes to Supafly / David, he rode from freakin' San Diego to make this ride, AND he was the FIRST one at the Shell station rendezvous point.
The group gathered pretty quickly, and by about 9:15 we had an octet of Monsters staged for the assault up the hill. Still missed the 'straight' of having all models of Monsters, but we did alright.
The scorecard:
Supafly/David - M620D
Speeddog/Nick - S4
Retro/Kevin - M900 (rebadged as a 620 8))
be/Bruce - M750S
Infoage1/Tom - Foggy
S4R/Ted - S4R
Terrrible_Viking/Ryan - Foggy
Kevdusmc/Kevin - M620
The evidence:
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Unfortunately, Lucas and 95Monster/George got aced out by the marginal weather. We hung till about 9:30, then took off up the hill.
After building a little heat in the tires, and losing a little from our bodies (did I mention it was really cold?), we proceeded to get some good momentum going, only to get stifled by a train of cages. As we're (almost) all passably polite folks, we waited for the cage drones to drift over at the next passing lane. Some did, but unfortunately the train was too long
.
Politeness evaporated, replaced by large helpings of throttle. The front half of the train was dispatched, and we went on about our business. We steamed on up the road a bit further, only to be balked by another batch of tourists, who somehow were going even slower than the first chicane. Since our entire allotment of patience and courtesy had been squandered on the first group, we hammered by this group at the first opportunity.
I'm at a loss to describe the level of shock and amazement I felt when I found a C-5 Corvette poking along at the front of the train. What a waste.... :'(
After recovering from that psychic trauma, we ran unhindered the rest of the way to Newcomb's Ranch.
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After a bit of stumbling around in the cold outside, we stumbled inside to get some hot food and coffee. The service was actually prompt and friendly, for a change. The crew, hard at work, deciding what to eat.....
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----------------Stay tuned for part 2---------------
To those of you who missed it; we wished you had made it, but there will be more rides. Soon.
To those of you who were there, you know what a [email protected]$$ ride this was.
First things first, the HARDCORE award goes to Supafly / David, he rode from freakin' San Diego to make this ride, AND he was the FIRST one at the Shell station rendezvous point.
The group gathered pretty quickly, and by about 9:15 we had an octet of Monsters staged for the assault up the hill. Still missed the 'straight' of having all models of Monsters, but we did alright.
The scorecard:
Supafly/David - M620D
Speeddog/Nick - S4
Retro/Kevin - M900 (rebadged as a 620 8))
be/Bruce - M750S
Infoage1/Tom - Foggy
S4R/Ted - S4R
Terrrible_Viking/Ryan - Foggy
Kevdusmc/Kevin - M620
The evidence:
Unfortunately, Lucas and 95Monster/George got aced out by the marginal weather. We hung till about 9:30, then took off up the hill.
After building a little heat in the tires, and losing a little from our bodies (did I mention it was really cold?), we proceeded to get some good momentum going, only to get stifled by a train of cages. As we're (almost) all passably polite folks, we waited for the cage drones to drift over at the next passing lane. Some did, but unfortunately the train was too long
.Politeness evaporated, replaced by large helpings of throttle. The front half of the train was dispatched, and we went on about our business. We steamed on up the road a bit further, only to be balked by another batch of tourists, who somehow were going even slower than the first chicane. Since our entire allotment of patience and courtesy had been squandered on the first group, we hammered by this group at the first opportunity.
I'm at a loss to describe the level of shock and amazement I felt when I found a C-5 Corvette poking along at the front of the train. What a waste.... :'(
After recovering from that psychic trauma, we ran unhindered the rest of the way to Newcomb's Ranch.
After a bit of stumbling around in the cold outside, we stumbled inside to get some hot food and coffee. The service was actually prompt and friendly, for a change. The crew, hard at work, deciding what to eat.....
----------------Stay tuned for part 2---------------
