Guest Post:Nature on Supermondomountainbikeweekend,Part deux.

I awaken to the question, “Do you want anything from McD’s?” I mumble something. I think I said Big Breakfast – not sure. I fade in and out and finally realize its time to get my lazy ass out of bed. My feet hit the ground, eyes all groggy and head still fuzzy. I meander into some clothes and wander downstairs to say hi to Lyn and the lil’ ones. It seems that Bean and Emma rule the house in the morning with iron fists and all Lyn can do is sit back and enjoy the ride, at least until nap time.

After witnessing the tyrannical twosome in action, buKit shows up with some white and red bags filled with meals on the go. Julia is there immediately to remind us that fried foods are not in our planned diet. I’m thinking they just want the fried goodness for themselves and are trying to throw us a curveball in hopes that we may give up the hash browns. Nope, we can’t let this happen. The lil’ ones can not take control like this. I hurriedly wolf down my hash brown as Julia turns her head. Whew, that was a close one. Uh-oh, it looks like Lyn didn’t make out as well as I did. Both Emma and Julia are there throwing mom a guilt trip. It could have very well worked out for them, but mom would not give in. Besides everyone is allowed a lil’ reward now and then for being good, right?

buKit and I eat the rest of our food, prep the gear, ponder about whether or not Big Jim will have his shit together. I jokingly tell buKit that we should bring extra water bottles for him and some food as I know he won’t be prepared. I bring my CYTOMAX with me as well as mix a whole camelback bladder with it. buKit and I both laugh at this comment throw the gear in the car, say adios to his family and head on down the road.

On the way to Manassas to meet Big Jim, I begin to think of past memories and trips to the Furnace. There was the first time I road there. We turned around at the swimming lake. The humidity was way up there and the temperature was unbearable. That was my first visit. The second was in a constant drizzle of rain. That time we rode the whole thing, up the fire road to Woodstock Fire tower, then back down to the Furnace trail and up over the mountain to get back to the car. After that all the trips to the Furnace sort of meld together, that is of course except for the last time I was up there.

Two years ago, I got invited out to Big Jim’s wedding. I wanted to do as much riding as possible and shipped my bike out that year as well. I hit a lot of the parks in Maryland I used to race at and then decided that I would ride the Furnace twice in one weekend. Once on the way to Jim’s wedding and the second time the day after Jim’s wedding. I had such high hopes’

Let’s just say that I didn’t get to ride the Furnace twice. Let’s just say instead, that the first ride was a fight from the very beginning to the very end. It didn’t get easier it got harder and harder as fate unfolded for me that day. I, being an experienced rider and outdoorsman, should have known better and turned around that day, but I didn’t. The day started off with rain and thunder within five minutes of the start. Also, I started the ride at 4:00pm in the middle of October. It gets dark at 6:30pm around this time of the year in Virginia.

Ten minutes into the ride, and I came to an obstacle in my path. What I didn’t realize, was that a huge storm had blown down quite a few Oak trees on the fire road ride up to the Furnace trail in the week previous to me showing up in Virginia. This resulted in me hopping off the bike every ten to fifteen minutes on the first climb to walk over 20 foot wide tree stumps that had been up-rooted from the high winds. I was wet and moving as fast as I could. Daylight was a commodity that I couldn’t spare, and I knew I could roll out the ride in a little under 2 hours if I skipped out on the fire tower climb.

So I make it to the trailhead, its 5:00pm. I’ve got 30 minutes to go till I top out and its all downhill from there. I ride very little of the trail and heft the bike and almost run to the top. Time is of the essence and there’s still 7 miles to go. I make it up there faster then I had anticipated. 5:25pm, I’m at the top. No time to rest. I steer my full suspension shred sled downward into the mist for a short distance. I come to a stop and rethink my strategy. Instead of trying to ride some death defying sections, I hike the top section of the downhill because I’m alone and I know this ride will reach out and bite you when you least expect it. So I take it easy. After five minutes of a mix of hike and bike, its all riding. It’s still difficult picking the lines with rain running over the lenses on my glasses, so I have my brakes on all the time to make sure the sludge doesn’t build up on ’em. On the way down I realize that v-brakes just don’t cut it for me anymore. I make a mental note to re-install my discs once I get back home.

The tough part of the ride is out of the way, its 6:00pm and I have half an hour to ride the last 5 miles. The trail goes from difficult to not so difficult and right around the middle it gets easier to ride, but you still have to be on top of your game. I’m thinking, it’s easing up, let’s get a move on. I let go of the brakes for the first time in 30 minutes. My fingers were cramping up and needed a short break. Well wrong time, wrong place, wrong brakes, one can only imagine what happened. Let’s just say that I went for short flight and used my right knee as a brake. This didn’t work out too well as I smacked it right up against the corner of a rock that was jutting out of the ground.

Too make a long story short, I had five miles to go and my right leg was out of commission. A 5 inch gash right on the patella made sure of that. With blood coagulating in my tights and sharp pains getting worse and worse, I managed to make it off the mountain alive. Running on adrenalin the entire time, my body crashed as soon as I got into the car. The pain kicked in and my stomach got queasy. I needed some food first if I was going to go to a hospital. Priorities right?

I stop at McDonald’s, grab a #3 in the drive-through and head back into Front Royal. I have no idea where the nearest hospital is so I stop at the first convenience store. 7-11. I hobble in and ask the lady behind the counter where the nearest hospital is. She asks me “Why?” and I point to my right leg. Well the lady must have never seen blood before because she shrieked in terror and ran into the office. A second later, I guess what you could call a manager walks out and accuses me of scaring the living bejesus out of his employee. I look at him, do the same thing (point to my knee) and he looks up with an utterly grotesque look on his face, almost as if he wanted to puke. I asked again, “Do you know where the hospital is?” He pointed down the road and said “At the second light take a left and you’ll see it on your right. Are you ok to drive?” I laugh and hobble out the door and finally make it to the hospital.

The look from the receptionist at the ER room in Front Royal was a classic one. I walked up with a bag of McDonald’s in my hands, legs covered in mud, the right one looking more like clay as the mud and blood had oozed together for over an hour or so. She asked me if she could help me and I told her I had a laceration that would need cleaning suturing and I would need a few scripts to get me through the next few days. She nearly gags when she looked over the check-in counter at the mess on my leg. “You’ve done this before huh?” She says shaking her head back and forth in disapproval.

Needless to say I survived my battle with the Furnace that day, barely. A lot of things could have gone worse, but I learned a lesson that day.

Fade in, Fade out.

Go back to a month before I come out to Virginia. I’m talking with buKit on AIM. “What kind of ride is the Furnace?” he asks.

I tell him: “It’s fun. It’s a great ride. It will make you hate yourself.”

I typed this out while thinking about my most recent adventure/nightmare on the Mountain.

Fade in, Fade out/

Back to the present.

Manassas, molassess whoo hoo. We meet Big Jim at the Cracker Barrel. His bike is in pieces and I have the luxury of putting it together for him. Fortunately, he has one more errand to run which makes the operation much easier. Amazingly Jim has a stand and all the necessary tools to get his rig back together. It’s also fortunate that I was the last monkey to work on his rig so I know what I am up against. Granted its been five years since I worked on it, but for those five years it sat in his garage since someone stole his rear wheel off the bike one night. I built that wheel for him too. Jim takes off, and I frantically start piecing his bike back together.

After a short while, Jim shows back up, to find his bike completely together and ready to go. It took about 10 minutes to rejuvenate the Jamis Dakar. Damn I’m good – I know I have an ego – let me pet it will you.

After a lil’ discussion of what gear he has at his disposal, we realize that my guess of Big Jim being unprepared was right. He had one water bottle and 4 or 5 Gu’s that expired in 1998. buKit and I take stock and find everything we need to get Big Jim through the ride. Lucky bastard he is to have friends like us. Well, it’s off to the Furnace.

We arrive and park at the family camping area. Get the gear and bikes all together and off we go. buKit is right, from the very get go, you climb, then you climb some more and some more and more and more and more’

I figure that I’ll take it easy and let them get their groove on. Being that I live in Boulder, Colorado, this climb is a cake walk compared to the likes of the Lefthand Canyon, Jamestown, and Logan Mill climbs. Even more of a challenge are the rides in Crested Butte – Teocalli Ridge, Deer Creek, 403, 401. The list goes on and on. Mountain biking in Colorado is a bit different than mountain biking in Virginia. Unless you want to drive to a park to go mountain biking in Boulder, you have to spend a minimum of 2 hours climbing up at least 7-18 miles of 5-15 degree pitch roads. The reward in Colorado for such feats, is the same length of downhill on the other side. Jim knows this as he came out one year and rode with me at Crested Butte for a few days.

Jim is off in the lead, which is amazing since he hasn’t ridden in over 5 years. buKit is right behind him and I was bringing up the rear when all of a sudden I just fall over into the drainage ditch on the side of the fire road. Yeah, yeah I know. Big Mtn. Biker Nature is caught off guard and thrown from his bike on what seems to be the easiest part of the ride. I have to get it out of the way some time, right? Jim and buKit wait up for me and we roll on. After about 45 minutes of fire road and 15 minutes of rock garden riding we end up at a crossroads. I look at Jim, he looks at me and I say, “It’s your call. Up or Over?” Jim complained a lil’ bit, buKit sat there as if the climb had confused him, and I assure Jim we should complete the classic and he gives in.

Off to the Woodstock Fire Tower we pedal. The ride out is rolling fireroad with tons of great tempo. I sit behind the big boys and let them enjoy their time in the lead as I know the big climb is coming. Next intersection we head left and climb some more. buKit looks over at me at one point and says “Are we almost there?” I laugh a little and say nope – close – but not yet.

I’ll leave it up to you to imagine what he mumbled under his breath. So I dilly dallied around, sprinted a few yards uphill for fun and started to lead for the first time since we were out. We get to the one mile marker and I pull over on an island built in a turn on the road, grab a Clifshot and munch on some granola. We take a small break and wait ’till everyone is ready to go. As we get-a-going again, buKit asks me one more time if we are almost there. I point out the sign which reads Woodstock Tower, 1 Mile. buKit seems relieved, but I tell him it is a bit of a climb. I slow down and let buKit take the lead. I look behind me and Big Jim is falling back pretty fast. I slow pedal until he catches me and then pull on up behind him and give him a helping hand.

You see, in the Tour de France, the sprinters have the toughest time getting over the Alps (they are not built for long climbs), and teammates will come out of the pack to help them get through the day’s stage in the time allotted. They do this by pushing the rider from behind. Well Jim got a mile push from me and as we were working together I realized I had to leave him behind soon to head back up to buKit and give him some moral support. I left Jim and told him I’d see him at the top. A few hard sprinting pedal strokes and I’ve nearly caught the buKit again. Ten feet before I catch him, he stops and puts a foot down. This is the first time I have seen buKit try to take a break in mid-climb. Being that he is training for the TDH, I pull right up behind him and say sternly “NO STOPPING!”

I guess I must have surprised him a lil’ because he popped right back into his pedal and started on the finish of the climb. I look down at the buKit and notice he’s in the small ring, so I slow pedal next to him to keep his mind off the pain. Well I guess my gesture of good teamwork must have gotten to him. He looked own at my cranks and noticed I was working the big ring up the climb. I heard the words, ‘bastard, bitch, Colorado,’ and something about home. I laughed and popped a few pedal strokes and lead the way to the top. I wanted to give buKit a sense of accomplishment so I kept him within ten yards of me all the way to the top. Once we got up there, I noticed Big Jim was out of sight. I pointed out the fire tower trail to buKit and told him I was going back down to help Jim.

Once all of us were at the top, we took in the view, dropped a few water bottles, ate a few bits of food and then rousted the rigs to head on back to the ride. We geared up for a bombing fire road run. You see, the only way back to the Furnace trail is down the way we came. So we get going and we are flying. I tried to lead but I don’t have the weight to fly like Jim and buKit. Those boys flew on by me at warp speed. I felt a huge wind go by as they parted the dirt in front of me. We finally arrived back at the original crossroads where Jim and I made the decision to hit the fire tower. All of us are there so we continue on. The fire road continues for another five miles or so, and gets rockier and rockier the closer we get to the Furnace trail.

Finally, we pass the reservoir and come to the trail head. I wish buKit had taken a picture of the trail post and the beginning of the trail. Its one of the most forbidding trail entrances I have ever seen. It looks at you and smiles like it wants to snag a part of your leg or gear as you head in. I guess that day you could compare it to the entrance of Mirkwood, but without all the spiders and elves running around. Jim immediately lets us know he is running out of steam and will be hiking a majority of the trail up to the top. buKit looks at me with a look of astonishment, like, “what have you gotten me into?!?”

I let him know there are some hike-a-bike sections and it shouldn’t be anymore then 30 minutes to the top. I head off and ride. I ride with devotion, commitment and balls. Some of the stuff I’m riding over, shouldn’t even be hiked through without sure footing. The trail never lets up either – it gets rockier and rockier and rockier. I have to hump the bike through a few sections here and there, but persist in riding as much of the trail as I can. At one time I wait on the saddle, clipped in and holding onto a tree on the side of the trail to make sure my boys are still back there. Clunk, knock, knock, knock, clunk. Here comes buKit. Once he is in sight I know Jim can’t be too far behind him, so I pedal off through a pretty rough section. Actually it was the section of the trail that buKit stopped and took a picture of. I get to the top after four switchbacks and patiently wait for my companions. While waiting I notice the time and start praying that the boys are gonna hurry the pace a little.

I hear another rock falling down the trail and some more clunking and crank bashing, buKit’s coming. Arriving in the saddle is a tired and worn out buKit. He looks at me with a grimacing look of being out of breath and says “That is NOT a trail. That is a geologic formation put there to remind us as humans that we are weak and frail in relation to the power of nature.” I look at him and laugh while saying, “The power of nature, or the power of Nature?”

Jim arrives and we sit for a few more minutes. It’s all downhill now. Time to take it easy, sit back and enjoy the ride for what it is, technical, fun and dangerous. We walk and bike, bike and hike. Tripod a few sections and then ride to the bottom. All said, the buKit hit the deck once and Big Jim flew over the bars three times. Both times the boys went airborne they were right behind me. We were grooving some super technical sections and I should have told them to give themselves a lil’ more room, but I was in a zone. First buKit went over. He was right behind me and I could hear his freewheel. Then all of a sudden everything got very quiet. I doubled back and Jim had helped the buKit regain his composure and we were off again. Next it was Jim’s turn to give flight a chance. Usually when Jim gets ejected I can feel the ground tremble when he hits. I must have been flying cause I didn’t hear him, see him, or feel him hit the ground. Just like buKit’s crash, one minute I could hear his freewheel and the next it was gone.

All in all we had a total of 5 crashes. Me on the fire road, buKit on the downhill once and Jim 3 times. The most spectacular of all was witnessed by buKit. He said that Big Jim just literally flew off the side of the mountain, rolled a few times and got back up on his bike and rode it out. Fortunately the only thing the mountain claimed was a few bits of gear and a few broken blood vessels which turned into bruises.

I have to admit, Big Jim never ceases to amaze me. It had been five years since his butt saw a saddle and he hung in there. He made it in style and hung with me like old times.
The year he came out to Crested Butte did the same thing. But he’s not young anymore and I was a little worried.

And then there’s buKit. The last time I rode with him was at Wakefield Park, shortly before I left Virginia in the cover of darkness for Colorado. buKit was 250 lbs. and had a brand new Ziggurat which he scored while he was working with me at the Alexandria Bikes USA. It had been years since I had ridden with him and I had hoped in the back of my mind that me leaving Virginia would not de-motivate him from riding anymore. Quite the contrary. He has taken his time on the bike and used it well. He has made a great rider out of himself and I would be honored to ride anywhere, anytime with him. Whether it be by my side, in front of me or bonking behind me, I am glad I turned buKit into a mountain biking fanatic. It’s a whole different lifestyle and one he embraces. Pass the love along to another and you will continue the legacy. buKit you are a strong rider and will only get better with age. Take advantage of the opportunity I set up for you with Lee at Performance, he’ll teach you well my young Padawan.

I have to thank my parents, my friends and especially Lyn and buKit for putting up with me and offering me their homes to eat, stay and hang at. I will make another trip out soon, as life changes and life decisions must be made. Family is more important to me than anything else right now and my friends buKit, Big Jim, Lyn, Lee Umali and many more are now considered part of my immediate family.

God’s speed and pedal with you soon. Long live long rides.

Nature

PS: If anyone wants to get a hold of me and catch up on old times, as I know a lot of the LYH gang reads the buKitzone, my email address is stumpyiliz99@gmail.com.

Bummed.

Well, as some of you may or may not know, the ride was cancelled this morning as were all activities pertaining to the Tour of Hope due to some major problems with flooding in areas of DC and along the ride route (it’s been raining non-stop and fairly hard here for the past 2 days). As far as I know, it will not be rescheduled.

For those wondering, we did get out this morning, onto the shuttle buses and right up to the start point before it was cancelled.

Eye on the prize, though. As the woman mentioned who came on the bus to tell us the ride was off, “Hey, you guys did help raise over 1.5 million dollars for cancer research this year!” So that’s pretty awesome.

I was pretty bummed and very amped up to get on the bike, so I just rode home from DC.

Muchas Gracias to my main man Francisco for picking me up at 3 this morning, driving me down, and hanging out for a spell.

More details to follow – right now, I’m going to sleep.

Guest Post:Nature on Supermondomountainbikeweekend.

Weds: The Potomac river parts and I fly into National Airport. I’m thinking to myself as I walk off the tarmac, ‘Why is it so dang hot and humid, isn’t it the end of September?’ Dad calls and gets lost in the new terminal, so I have to hump my luggage and a bike wheel around the Airport while looking for the Silver Fox, my Dad. We finally run into each other and head back to what I can call home.

Dinner consists of baked potatoes, steak and corn with a lil Yeungling to polish it off. The Silver Fox and Toni are so ecstatic that I flew home on my own with the reasoning being to catch up with Family and Friends. Its been two years since I have seen an oak tree and I’m so disillusioned that I think its only been a year. Dad retires early and Toni lends me the keys to her newly aquired and uncrashed Prelude. Off to buKit’s for microbrews and bullshitting about old times and tactics for the TDH. I finally retire at 3:00am.

Thursday: I sleep until two in the afternoon, unwillingly. I wake up astonished to see the time. Shove a few bowls of cereal down my throat, tear into my bike box that I shipped out and start building the Spooky. An hour later and I am on my old race rig for the first time in over 7 years and am on my way to WakeTink. I ride up Pickett road, out 236 and dump into the backend of Wakefield. The looks I got from motorists on the way to WakeTink, did not surprise me as most of them only know what a gas and brake pedal looks like. I feel better for having ridden to the park rather then driving.

I ride into what used to be my local stomping grounds for Mtn. Biking in Virginia and find to my amazement that some mtn. biking group has finally taken it upon themselves to organize the miles of switchbacks, short decents, and steep uphills into two loops. I ride along for a while and begin to really enjoy the feeling of dirt under the tires again. Colorado does not really have dirt, we have sand and rocks mixed together to make up 99% of our topsoil. So with new delight I rip into the turns and giggle like a kid as the bike holds lines like no other. I am beginning to run out of steam and start feeling a bonk coming on. I pull over and look at the time. It’s only 5:30pm, there is more daylight left so there is more riding to be done. I ride to Accotink hit a few loops, stop at the train tracks and watch a train roll by. Its now 6:30, i’ve been out since 3:30pm.

Mistake#1: Well after 3 hours of riding, two bowls of Count Chocula, a piece of toast with butter and jam and as many gu’s as I could slam, one could only guess what happened to me. BONK.

I pull over after I get back to Wakefield Park, grab my cell phone and call the buKit. I meander my way up and down Braddock Road until I find Wakefield Chapel Rd. which will lead me to salvation. buKit’s house. Time to refuel on Dominos and Microbrews. I call the folks to let them know where I am as soon as it gets dark and let them know I will be enjoying a fine dinner at the buKits house. My plans have been up in the air since I got to D.C. as I have not heard from Jim yet and do not know wether or not he will have some time to spend with an old friend on Saturday and Sunday night. Since Toni wants to go to Capt. Pell’s Crab House for dinner one night, I figure I’ll eat at buKit’s house this night and go out for Crabs on Saturday night. After I finsih laying out plans for future dinners with the family, I take a bite out of the best dang tasting Domino’s pizza and my cell rings again.

Its Big Jim. Plans change. Jim wants me to hang out with him and his wife on Saturday after the Furnace and play golf with him and his dada and my dad on Sunday. Out the window goes the plan for Saturday’s Crab Feast. I commit to Jim’s agenda, call the folks and reschedule Crab Feast for tonight. buKit transports me back home. I go out and enjoy a dinner of Maryland crabs with Toni.

Mistake #2: I’m still bonked, and I’m thinking halfway through my 8th crab, I need carbs. No luck, only seafood and fried food and coleslaw can be found on the menu. I go to sleep satisfied and full, but have not replenished my supply of carbs for the next days ride.

Friday: BuKit arrives at shortly after 1:00 in the afternoon. We rally the gear together, and head out on the Tour of Fairfax.

Mistake#3: It’s been over 8 years since I have ridden this ride, and I remember most of it being mud and rolling to flat and no more then 4 hours of riding.

We’re cruising down the W O & D and hit the Reston Skating Rink which leads to the sinlgetrack entrance which will eventually lead us to Great Falls. buKit asks me along the way if I know where I’m going. I mention something about knowing where I am by line of site and the markers I once used when making this ride. I think I got a vote of no confidence as buKit reminded me progress stands by for no one and things change – FAST. However I assure the buKit we are not lost and will be just fine. We ride and ride, and ride some more. Come to a creek crossing and I rode on through the creek and up to the other bank.

buKit rolls right up after me and we have to push the bikes up the other side of the creek’s embankment. Once this lil obstacle is cleared buKit notices I have a flat tire. We get it worked and the new tube is ready to get inflated by a Co2 cartridge, or so I thought. I crack the cartridge and release the plunger. Co2 fires off everywhere. I think my eyelashes froze together for a few seconds. Well we pump it up and off we go. We end up at the Great Falls park much on some light lunch and head back to home.

Remember Mistake #1 through #3? Well I ate as much as I could for breakfast, and as much as I could while out on the ride, but still managed to BONK. I find my 2nd, 3rd and 4th wind only to barely be able to roll into Vienna on the W O & D. bukit comes to the rescue with a Red Bull, I didn’t sprout wings, but I manged to make it home without falling off the bike from exhaustion.

buKit rolled home to attend to family and feed the lil ones. I must admit, I’m feeling poopy and spent and all I can think of is how am I going to be able to drink some microbrews if I can’t even hold my bike up.

I get ready to head over to buKit’s for a BBQ and I figure its time to pull out the secret weapon and stop by Performance Bicycle on the way.

Secret weapon you ask? Well it comes in a dry powder mix form and consists of more carbs, electrolytes and potassium when mixed with 16 oz of water then a human can consume in a day. My secret weapon is of course CYTOMAX. One can costs 20 bux and will last about 2 weeks. Well that night I ate as much as I could (the burgers were delish lynn/buKit, thx again!!). I also drank as much CYTOMAX as I could. This results in me consuming half of the $20.00 can. A one week supply in less then 6 hours. I went to bed content in knowing that the Furnace will not rear its ugly head at me and I will decimate anything that throws a challenge at me the next day of riding. I fall asleep with sounds of 495 wisping me back to childhood memories.

I will add one more comment in order to give you another side of the Furnace Stories, very shortly.

Nature

-bukitnote: Nature originally published this as a comment to my entry, but I thought it merited it’s own entry. Thanks Nature.

At the 11th hour, scandal strikes again.

I eluded earlier that Andy had news regarding my missing multi-tool. Following is a transcript of an IM session from today with the Kjungleboy himself regarding the matter:

arrosox: you’re not implying that i had any involvement, are you?
dabukit: Well he did choose to contact you for some reason, obviously there’s a connection there…
dabukit: And with your sorted criminal history already
arrosox: i merely provided a forum
arrosox: and some buddy passes
arrosox: delusions of grandeur
arrosox: that sort of thing
arrosox: i think you kinda outgrew each other
arrosox: but now that i think about it, i’ve said too much already
dabukit: i may post this transcript to my blog and let the public decide.
arrosox: well, i’ll leave it at this then….
arrosox: posting a new link/photo of your NEW multitool to the comments section was a real slap in the face
arrosox: and i WILL NOT be held responsible for any actions that Stan or Lybian President Mohammar Qaddafi may take as a result
dabukit: ?
arrosox: i’ve said too much already
arrosox: you don’t need this kind of distraction right now
dabukit: I’m just trying to stay focused, through my disappointment.
arrosox: I’ll share your concern with the appropriate people and/or objects
dabukit: Gotta go, we have a team meeting to discuss possible legal action against Stan – he was under contract…
arrosox: as your travel consultant, i would advise against it
arrosox: later
arrosox: but wait….
arrosox: a team meeting without me?!?!?!?!
arrosox: can’t i at least teleconference in?
arrosox: why am i asking?
arrosox: you should’ve set this up ahead of time
dabukit: I think you may be considered a ‘co-conspirator’ at this point.
dabukit: This is a point we will be debating.
arrosox: so, apparently my services aren’t needed
arrosox: or even desired, for that matter
arrosox: well, the legions will have something to say about this
dabukit: I’m afraid I can’t comment until the press conference.
arrosox: well…..uh….oh yeah?
arrosox: I’ll have my own press conference
arrosox: with alcohol and stuff
arrosox: and a stripper
dabukit: Well, let’s not be like that. I’m just following the wishes of Team Management and the Legal Dept.
arrosox: don’t burn another bridge today, my friend
dabukit: Remember, I am just an employee, after all.
dabukit: I have it from a good source that you will be exonerated of any wrong doing.
arrosox: but i was planning on expoliting my misfortune
arrosox: for the good of the team and the band
dabukit: Well, off the record, you let me know how you want to play it.
arrosox: how can we….oops….i mean how can I trust you?
dabukit: I expect that it will be tonight or tomorrow morning before a statement is made by the team on my blog – so you have until then to weigh your options.
arrosox: well, you hear this
arrosox: don’t start a charity bicycle ride that you may not be able to finish
arrosox: that’s the best advice i can give you
arrosox: it may be in your best interest not to attend
dabukit: Threats now? You’re sealing your fate – and I thought you were just the ‘conduit’ for the information.
arrosox: well, let’s just say that your NEW multitool might not exactly be as loyal as you think
arrosox: and i got that information from the left coast
arrosox: not from stan
dabukit: This is about the fact that I didn’t like your first version of ‘buKit’s theme’, isn’t it? I knew you couldn’t handle the constructive criticism.
arrosox: well, the fact that it couldn’t be performed in front of children due to what some deemed ‘objectionable content’ and despite the fact that I blatantly plagiarized the song ‘i know what boys like’ aside….
arrosox: you were a little harsh
dabukit: It wasn’t very ‘family oriented’. We needed something more ‘Disney’, something that would sound better in the McDonald’s commercials.
arrosox: do you know how many innocent animals that disney kills every year?
dabukit: Cartoons don’t count.
arrosox: how many children toil, day in, day out in their sweatshops?
dabukit: I can’t get into this with you now, Legal is waiting.
arrosox: publicity whore
arrosox: i’m through with you and with this
arrosox: good day, sir
arrosox: just heed my warning
AIM: arrosox has logged off

Oh Stan. What have you done?

Weather Update
Friday Night: Periods of showers. Low near 63. South wind 10 to 16 mph becoming west. Chance of precipitation is 100%. New rainfall amounts between one and two inches possible.

Saturday: Showers likely, mainly before 9am. Cloudy, with a high near 68. Northwest wind between 10 and 13 mph. Chance of precipitation is 60%. New rainfall amounts between a half and three quarters of an inch possible.