
No rain. No shit.
The people in the following photo looked stupid.
As such, they have been removed.
What remains is the view from 12,100′.
In bigger news: Stage Three 2012 saw the successful completion of Broke Hip Mountain.
In a moment of fleeting honesty, I will admit, it wasn’t all and entirely intentional.
As the deathy black gulch approached with near lightening speed, I veered slightly to the left.
In an attempt to scrub speed.
Evaluate.
Dismount.
Then.
Gravity took hold.
Sucking me head long into.
Nothing.
It wasn’t anything.
As I descended and plucked away at the (more) pokey folk (who just happened past whilst I waited for my partner to change his tire) I reflected, then concluded, I’m embarrassed for my hip.
That it was such a pussy.
While Stage Three was littered with DICKY failures (flat – sidewall rip. flat – pinch, crank ejection, generally piss-shit attitude) I managed to contain the TEAM in DUO and pull us in for another hard fought second place.



Photoshoppe to follow.
We managed to hold the three day cumulative deficit to 5 hours…exactly where we want them.
