Big, king size props to Noah for not only breaking all previous DSR attendance records, but for hosting a solid ride. Ya know, some rides you kinda know what yer gonna see, but the DSR stuff...well, the freaks come out at night. I mean that in the most affectionate way, too. We had class-A mileage freak (me), Badger on the Riv, we had a Long Haul Trucker, various old Treks, hybrids, mountain bikes, a Swobo fixie (VERY nice), an urban tourer complete with wicker basket, another sweet fixie with a front disc brake (couldn't make out the name, but a bad-as$ setup, and some of the best trackstanding I've seen from both cats), and even a newer Trek with (gasp) carbon on it. I mean, not that the bikes should have anything to do with it, but this ride just a really diverse bunch...very cool vibe. There will be more to come on this, including a second-by-second account of our descent into the bowels of doom and our encounter with the cave snot! Read: Dude biffs! The Lenexa
caves are weak. THIS cave had like a 20% drop-in grade. (ok, not really) Hey, we were warned, but the pucker power and brake feathering threshold was pushed by quite a few folks, and I had a guy bite it right in front of me - engage front brake...you get the idea. I'll cross post some pics from Noah "slick mud" Dunk-tank's site when they're up, too. In all seriousness, a great ride, despite the bumps and bruises. Light traffic, light winds, clear skies, a break from the humidity, singing bugs and frogs, waves and cheers from late night KC folks, just smile after smile: crap, I was even laughing when I hit the deck. I hope everyone comes away with the same good feeling - and good memories of this ride. I certainly will! Now, as my caffiene-charged electrolyte drink wears off and the ibuprofen for the hip-bounce I performed earlier kicks in, I bid you goodnight.... Stay tuned.