Come on guys, enough with the matching outfits, eh?
That aside, a nice evening it was at Maybury tonight. I got passed a record 22 times but I have accepted the fact I am not a young idiot mountain biker riding down the Porcupine Mountain ski runs anymore (see way back machine pictures below). It was quite a thrill chugging down that hill back in 1994(5?) until a large rock caught my front fork. No broken bones but a nice bit of skin hanging from the chin area. Off E., Rob, and I went to the hospital in Ontonagon for some sewing work on my chin. I was their only patient I recall and they had to call the doctor from his home; presumably interrupting his barbecue that was happening. E. and Rob went off for supplies, I got sewn up, and all was well. The story gets better though. Here I am with a front fork on my bicycle bent real bad. We venture into Marquette, head to the Quick Stop Bike Shop (I didn't even have to google that, they were great). I presented my bent fork and a story. They proceeded to drop everything, set me up with a new fork and off we went.
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| Maybury Rec |
But I digress. Tonight was a nice lead into the final weekend of the Badwater Bass Club tournament. The tour heads to Lake St. Helen near Roscommon tomorrow with a fierce battle for angler of the year. Al C. is only a few points behind the ACappella (spelling?) guy. I'm pulling for the Seadog myself. Stay tuned for the final results Sunday evening.
Trail Head
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| bent forks - hanging chin skin - good times |
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| U.P. - 199-something (E.and Rob) |
That aside, a nice evening it was at Maybury tonight. I got passed a record 22 times but I have accepted the fact I am not a young idiot mountain biker riding down the Porcupine Mountain ski runs anymore (see way back machine pictures below). It was quite a thrill chugging down that hill back in 1994(5?) until a large rock caught my front fork. No broken bones but a nice bit of skin hanging from the chin area. Off E., Rob, and I went to the hospital in Ontonagon for some sewing work on my chin. I was their only patient I recall and they had to call the doctor from his home; presumably interrupting his barbecue that was happening. E. and Rob went off for supplies, I got sewn up, and all was well. The story gets better though. Here I am with a front fork on my bicycle bent real bad. We venture into Marquette, head to the Quick Stop Bike Shop (I didn't even have to google that, they were great). I presented my bent fork and a story. They proceeded to drop everything, set me up with a new fork and off we went. 
