Greetings Team Seagal Fans. When the chance to ride Council Bluff (not "Bluffs") laps becomes available, you ride the shit out of those laps. I mean let's be honest - preparation for Burnin' should always take priority. So with that in mind, some co-workers and myself headed down for some fancy riding.
It was pretty early Sunday morning on the drive down, and I might not have been totally coherent. I thought I was seeing things when I saw the biggest boobs I've ever seen:
Thankfully, I managed to escape wrecking the car right there, and was able to press onto meet my riding buddies who had camped the night before. I arrived to a grandiose welcoming party involving soy chorizo, garlic, and MacGuyver-style v-brake noodle. We formed a surgical strike force bent on laying waste to everything on the trail that was not destroyed in the controlled burn a few months earlier. The weather was mild, there was a slight breeze, and the swarm of gnats that would surround your head if you were to stop for more than .47 seconds sounded like vuvuzelas at the World Cup. I only stopped a few times for photos:
One of my favorite signs in the world:
Jason impressed all with his ability to clear *the* rock garden despite having been off the mountain bike for like... oh... 3 years. Oh yeah, and Mike was the only one I've ever seen to shred trails using the brakes system that comes stock on a Raleigh Jazzi. Chris somehow managed to finish the trail, despite not having installed his fucking fancy XX group - instead having to rely on his paultry XTR 970 series. Pssshhhh.
The beach was very tempting on the first pass, and my partners in crime decided to attempt a beach landing after the first lap. I pressed on "Mario van Peebles-style" on a second hot lap, camera-less, and turned in one of my better laps - about a 1:16 or 1:17, despite the multiple downed trees and the 20 minutes of steady yet cooling rain mid-lap. No one was spared.
Finishing up from that lap, I was pretty happy with my time - but not as happy as this guy:
See you at the Dirt Crits! ....and don't forget to Cat the Fuck Up!
-Casey F. Ryback