Suddenly a blood-curling scream emanated from deep within Braveheart's core. Apparently during the previous nights drinking binge of El Charro's the Incredible Thing's ringer had inadvertently been turned off and we had missed the call to meet up with Chewie for a run down trail 420.After drowning our sorrows in a mug of java and some leftover Chinese food, it was off to the bakery for a bit of breakfast. Here we were greeted not by the cigarette chomping clerks of a NYC deli but the sweetest young ladies of Oak Creek, complete with sarongs and pigtails - at least one of us was quite smitten and would be back later. Once back at the castle final preparations were being made for the days journey with Top Chef whipping up some first class PB&J's to keep the engines running all day. Not satisfied with the gluten count or the quality of the bread Braveheart grabbed the keys and was out the door headed back to the bakery mumbling something about having those pigtails for dessert. Back at Monte's, the bakery sandwich turned out to be worse then our PB&J's but, not wanting to delay any longer everything was jammed in the Camelbaks and we were out the door and on our way for the epic journey covering lower highline/templeton/baldwin/old post/teacup/jordan/jim thompson/roadway/broken arrow/llama/equestrian.
A couple of hours into the ride and we found ourselves lost in the foothills, going back and forth on one of the side trails as we searched out the final climb of Old Post. Finally after sitting down for lunch and breaking out a towel we began what seemed like the hike to nowhere, riding up a dried out river bed before finally reconnecting with Old Post and clearing the summit for an awesome ripping downhill into Central Sedona.
With a nose that rivaling a bloodhound, Top Chef navigated the streets and brought us right to the front of Starbucks for the traditional dope-a-chino pick me up. At this stage we came to the realization that unless we could find a couple rounds of EPO there was no way we were going to make the next section, Teacup/Jordan/Jim Thompson so a fast asphalt downhill through Sedona and we were back at Broken Arrow for the final stretch home. Just when it looked like we were home free I managed to put a wheel right into a rock and did a fantastic impersonation of Superman as it was over the bars and head first into the ditch below. With cat like reflexes I managed to avoid injury although the Titus Mototank I was riding didn’t fair quite as well and would require an overnight session at the shop for repairs.
We pulled into the hacienda right at 4:20 and quickly set about getting into the right frame of mind before heading out to Elote another another night of El Charro’s. The combination of the alcohol and long ride left our coordination at a new low resulting nacho chips all over the floor as the bowl was repeatedly knocked off the table as we lunged for another sip of the medicinal powers of El Charro. Barely making back we celebrated the day with several rounds of IPAs I proceeded to pass out while Top Chef and Braveheart took in the latest in Friday night TV before succumbing to the days effort . At some point in the night I awoke to find the boys out cold on the couches with an infomercial blaring about pros and cons of IUDs and the sensations they make on a man's organ - now that is quality TV.
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