With only a couple hours of sleep, Top Chef and I headed out in search of the great American refresher - Starbucks. Making use of Braveheart's "incredible thing" (iphone) we were able to quickly locate and procure multiple cups of java. While there you really got the sense of being in a retirement community when a couple of customers asked if we were out on spring break! Jacked up on caffeine, the bikes went together and we were off to Bike and Bean for a trail map and guidance for the coming days.
There we encountered Chewie who laid out a fast flowing run of about 35 miles that included classics such as Broken Arrow, Llama and Big Park Loop which dropped us right back at the shop. Enthusiasm was evident right from the start with Top Chef showing everyone why he is the Zen master of technical single track.
Braveheart (sans kilt) was throwing it down hard on every open climb, giving us the "Lance stare" before sprinting ahead while crop dusting us.
Following the ride Chewie pointed us to PJs for post ride carbo loading and assured us if we could hang in there and party that night he would show us the way to the super secret 420 trail. With a glean in our eyes we rode off to PJs only to arrive and find that if you weren't driving a pickup truck, smoking Marlboros and a red neck you were in the wrong bar. This proved to be no barrier to us and after engaging "toothless Laura the best bartender in town" we headed to the outside lounge to enjoy the sun and indulge in the post ride debrief that included Don Julio 1492 margaritas and Long Hammer IPAs. No sooner had we settled into our chairs then virtually every red neck in the bar joined us for their cigarette break in an attempt to smoke us out of their home turf. On the ride home we came upon a less fortunate individual that after 5 too many Jack Daniels drove his Blazer up onto the traffic circle and managed to hit a motorcyclist in the head with an empty JD bottle that flew out the window. Amused by this we headed into Sedona for a spectacular dinner at Elote and countless rounds of El Charro, the best margarita ever.
On the way home we stopped off at IGA for a round of drunk shopping to stock up for the next days planned Epic. Despite eating until we were ready to explode, Braveheart still managed to consume over half a pack of string cheese by the time we hit the register. As soon as we were back at the condo it was the mandatory drunk phone call to the Mayor with a simple response - "f*#kers! We woke in the morning to find that Chewie had stopped by but the toll of the previous night's long flight and subsequent lack of sleep left all of us passed out and unresponsive to his calls.
There we encountered Chewie who laid out a fast flowing run of about 35 miles that included classics such as Broken Arrow, Llama and Big Park Loop which dropped us right back at the shop. Enthusiasm was evident right from the start with Top Chef showing everyone why he is the Zen master of technical single track.
Braveheart (sans kilt) was throwing it down hard on every open climb, giving us the "Lance stare" before sprinting ahead while crop dusting us.
Following the ride Chewie pointed us to PJs for post ride carbo loading and assured us if we could hang in there and party that night he would show us the way to the super secret 420 trail. With a glean in our eyes we rode off to PJs only to arrive and find that if you weren't driving a pickup truck, smoking Marlboros and a red neck you were in the wrong bar. This proved to be no barrier to us and after engaging "toothless Laura the best bartender in town" we headed to the outside lounge to enjoy the sun and indulge in the post ride debrief that included Don Julio 1492 margaritas and Long Hammer IPAs. No sooner had we settled into our chairs then virtually every red neck in the bar joined us for their cigarette break in an attempt to smoke us out of their home turf. On the ride home we came upon a less fortunate individual that after 5 too many Jack Daniels drove his Blazer up onto the traffic circle and managed to hit a motorcyclist in the head with an empty JD bottle that flew out the window. Amused by this we headed into Sedona for a spectacular dinner at Elote and countless rounds of El Charro, the best margarita ever.
On the way home we stopped off at IGA for a round of drunk shopping to stock up for the next days planned Epic. Despite eating until we were ready to explode, Braveheart still managed to consume over half a pack of string cheese by the time we hit the register. As soon as we were back at the condo it was the mandatory drunk phone call to the Mayor with a simple response - "f*#kers! We woke in the morning to find that Chewie had stopped by but the toll of the previous night's long flight and subsequent lack of sleep left all of us passed out and unresponsive to his calls.
2 comments:
El Charro looks intimidating, but in a good way. Mrs. Doctor made some black bean dish with long hammer last night, makes for some fine jenkem ingredients.
There is only one thing better then the El Charro and you and Mrs Doctor came to the rescue. We are forever indebted. How is the wing healing up?
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