The next day we went up to the airforce academy to ride the falcon trail. It took a little time to find the trail and we were confused since it seemed like the beginning of the trail went down about a million steps form where we parked. We decided to head off the other direction and soon learned this meant pushing up many of the loose steep rocky climbs. By this point I'm sure you won't be surprised to learn that Rusty was bitching and whining his way up each and every one of them. He seemed to cheer up only after I started to crash and by the time I had flattened a small pine tree with my person flying over the bars he was quite jolly. He kicked it up a notch and he and Z left me to suffer for awhile. At least Nick hung back and acted like he was tired too.

It was at this point that I decided to detension Rusty's wheels before the big downhill run we had scheduled for Wednesday. It was just for fun, I mean I'm sure he would've crashed anyway. Anyway we took a wrong turn on the trail

makes riding look so smooth and effortless. Of course, I drenched myself by having no style what-so-ever and just slamming thru the creek to try to stay with him. We finally found our way out and ended up, you guessed it, at the bottom of those million stairs. There's nothing quite like ending a long ride with an even longer hike a bike up an endless number of steps. Oh, the Guinness tasted so good that night.

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