father's day

It was a good one this year. I started the day by laying in bed as long as I could take it.
After some futzing around the house I rode the tandem over to coach's house.


















The switchbacks were interesting on the tandem.














Sunday bike build + father's day = beverages














The stoker kit went on fairly easily after my wife dropped off
the bottom bracket I left at home....



























I borrowed Coach's kid to check the set-up.














Everything checked out so we headed off my in-laws
to find my stoker.


















Coach and progeny.














Myself and progeny.











After a short shakedown ride it was time to hit the pool.






































































It was only the hottest day of the year so riding the 17 miles home
with boy sounded reasonable after proper precautions were followed.














































We had a break or two but made it home in pretty good shape.
A glass of gatoraid and all was well with the word.
Being a dad rules.

fixie thnr

My last meeting of the day ran late so I rushed to the meet.























































Sweet couch


















mas fixie in the form of masi

coconino

Three days. Three rides.
Such a plethora of riding has been scarce.
Twas rectified.
Friday night ride in the preserves. Coach showed us the new vapor trail.
It rained right up to the ride but the trails were dry and the weather was awesome.




































We then converged on Sonora for grub.














In the morning it was off to Preskett where Spruce Mtn was on the agenda.














I had never ridden 307. Mr. Jones joined Trashy and I.














It had been raining off and on all day but we figured we'd give it a go and turn around if it got too gnarly out.




























It started out innocently enough but it wasn't long before the sleet and hail started.














































It was a mighty fine trail.














































It could use a chainsaw tho.










































































































We celebrated surviving the ride at Coyote Joe's.


















Then over to El Gato Azul for some hen and one of the best meals I've had in some time.




























Then we met the interesting characters of Whiskey Row.




























Sunday morning we cleared our heads with a ride out at Lynx Lake.
























































Ran into Dave and friend at the top.