the annual Chicken Crit has come and gone……once again i drew up enough courage to ride the tyke bike as did almost twenty others. I probably shouldn’t have rode and just sat my arse to the sidelines to officiate ; ) as i ended up scoring one of my roughest crashes of the year and also managed to come across the finish line with my shoelaces completely wrapped up on my pedal spindle…….thinking back i don’t think that’s happened to me since i was about 6 years old. Oh well……the things that happen when you tip a few back.
got to Portland on friday night, checked in at the Red Lion, threw our bags in the room and headed up to the 6th floor to wet the whistle, eat a few appetizers and talk shop with some of the faces that were also on the same mission…..i managed to get hold of Teresa and Sherwood who were also staying at the same hotel and they decided to come on up and join in on the riff-raff also. I also happened across a couple from Lincoln Ne. who recently purchased the shop where i purchased one of my first ‘true’ mountain bikes from…Bike Peddlers, how coincidental ?? It was cool to catch up with the local Lincoln hub-bub, and also cool to see that the shop was in good hands with some damn good folks.
We hung out about as long as Don Walker could stand and i could tell that the general roar of our small group kept getting a little louder and louder so we figured it was best to take the party to the streets of Portland, on the bikes.
Chicken Crit recap and final results. Well, it’s been a few days since my last entry and it’s not because i’ve been avoiding the blog. It seems that we’ve had a little spurt in the action at the shop here and folks have been coming in to visit and to get their last doses of riding before the snow settles in for the long haul. Today alone we had visitors from Missoula, Great Falls and someone passing thru from california and actually bike shopping in Montana (sounded kinda bizarre to me too ), but anyway during the last few days it’s allowed the fun to sink in from last weekend. The Chicken Crit, in it’s second year of carnation has been embraced and we’ll certainly have a third if you all would be kind enough to come back again. What is the CC ?? Well very basically it’s an end of the year celebration and a party with the same company who we spent lots of time out on the trails this past year with. We grilled, fried , and baked just about every type of meat plate you could imagine. We drank great local beer, and some not so local Tequila (Mag, thanks for making the margaritas) . We sat around and enjoyed damn good conversation, which VARIED greatly dependeding on which circle of friends you stumbled into. We also had a slide show that highlighted 2007 in review….lots of new trails were ridden and new friendships were made along the way. The chicken crit is my way of bringing all of these good folks together and saying ” thanks for the g-times”. And then…..finally …..to cap off the evening we have adults on tyke bikes racing for glory and pride. A pretty damn good night by my own personal definitions.
Welp, we’re back from Interbike and all i can say is …….uuggghhhhh, i’m tired. We Flew out of Missoula at 10am and didn’t arrive to Vegas till well after 3pm on thursday afternoon, ended up missing a bunch of meetings and missed out on whiskey shots at the Knolly booth. Supposedly our flight was delayed because Cheney was flying into vegas and security made us do loops hovering the city for over an hour.
THE BIKE SHOW
THE BIKE RACE
So, saturday was good….damn good. Good buddy Rick and i loaded up the Ford truck with a load of less desirable cruisers dug out from the depths of the barn and we headed up to Missoula for the New Belgium Fat Tire Fest., The Festival is always a carnival of freakish bikes and folks….mix the two together and a throw downhealthy sampling of New Belgium and you have yourself some fine entertainment.