Indepenence Day at Council Bluff, Son!

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


CockPuncher said...

I will be there Thursday, and the weapon of choice will be a 1996 Klein Mantra Comp. Suck that, Jerk. See you there......Punchor

Casey Ryback said...

Awe snap, fucking awesome. fuck.

Anonymous said...


Great photos you jerk!

"Ready for action, nip it in the bud'


Trail Monster said...
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Trail Monster said...

Nice Rock Cairn. I see others have added to my handy work.

Punchor...Mahjor On3 with Straight bars will be my weapon this week...

Dear Teammates that have take to riding in tiny circles on pavement, please seek therapy...Dirt is better for your skin....

You're all a bunch of Jerks!

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Luke said...

Are the dirt crits on rain or shine?

I'm not sure how to get in touch with Dan, but I'm probably going to the Dirt Crit tomorrow if he wants a ride. I might even bring Jerkins with me... If he's lucky.

Casey Ryback said...

I would expect the dirt crits to happen in most any weather short of lightning. I'd probably want to ask Ralph for sure, but this stuff is pretty hard to fuck up in the slop.

C-Dubs said...

That bridge to nowhere is awesome, when is someone going to set up a ramp and catch serios air into the lake?