Saturday nt around 11 pm, all was quiet at the happy hacienda, so I
loaded the Rev Father Titus, checked the Parker landing lights, plugged
them into the charger, then loaded the SUB and drove down to Military
Reserve, a trail system in the N-Central foothills. Covered in bug
spray, loaded with attitude, I was ready to rock!
Quite a bit of traffic on the M/R road close to midnight, (bizarre) but
I remember seeing a sign for some wedding. So I unload, and discover my
efforts at charging the lights drained them -dead-. Ahhhh!
Luckily, I had my Black Diamond climbing/camping head lamp, and luckily
again, I had a couple of zip ties in the camelback, so rather than
slink home to mamma with my tail between my legs, I figgerd I'd give it
a try! And rigged the unit to the helmet like I used to for commuting.
So, with about half a watt from the headlamp, I head up the back of
Central Ridge, up the huge stretch of switchbacks, over to Bucks (never
took it so slow), down the face, (the valley floor before me like a
bunch of diamonds tossed out onto black velvet) across the front, and
then into the forest and was on my way to the cement culvert drops when
I heard voices...
"bla, bla, bla, ...deserves to get effed up the a__hole.." I hear from
some guy in a group who sounds really mad. By now it's 1am, and this
ain't a good sign... Hmm, if he can't find the object of his affection,
I certainly wasn't volunteering for the honor. And I wasn't in any
mood to tangle with a group out of Deliverance. So I stop and listen,
trying to determine if there was any way I was within range of his
"affection."
The group is on the other side of the creek, and their voices fade, so
I continue, and eventually ride everything I can find out there, not
wanting to stop. Slow, due to low light, but perfect conditions!
Occasionally see some bright animal eyes light up before disappearing,
and the yellow 3/4's moon was really purdy.
So, I gotta check w/Dr Parker to find out what I did wrong to discharge
his infamous landing lights, and wanna get back to the night.
Too much fun.
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Now remember boys and girls. There are not too many problems on a ride,
or in life for that matter, that pedalling harder won't solve. Paladin