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MoRon 10-24-06

2007-03-09T20:40:39Z

Fuzzy:

'''You are (actually, WERE) being watched ...'''

Fuzzy was appointed ride leader. At the Java Hut, Ron asked, "so where are we riding?". Fuzzy could see what was on his mind.

[[Image:RonThinkingofMo2.jpg|800px]]

''He knows that Mo HATES Split Rock.''

"S-P-L-I-T R-O-C-K", Fuzzy called the ride. The ever-bulging late fee account grew by $20 as Chris and Karen didn't get it together on time. By the way, Ron, is the money deposited in an interest bearing account? Are you managing our money wisely? And Karen, did you realize that some people in the world earn less money in a year than you pay in TNR late fees?

[[Image:KarenPearls.jpg|800px]]

''As if to accentuate her frivolous spending habits, Karen wore a necklace of PEARLS on the ride.''

But thank you for riding with us, Karen! The TNR would not be complete without girls! The success of our ride was on your shoulders.

We made our way to Iron Springs road and Fuzzy, as always, immediately fell to the back. Look, guys, you are a racing team, why doesn't someone bring one of those dorky trainers to the Java Hut? Next week I'll do some warmup while we're waiting for Karen.

Onwards to Tamarancho. We went counter-clockwise. Karen hung back with Fuzzy, while the rest waited patiently at the top of the B-17 spur. Then we all headed up the fire road towards split rock. It's easy -- Fuzzy did it two weeks ago, all by himself. No turns, just straight up the fire road until you get to the meadow. Once again, Fuzzy and Karen fell to the back. Occassionally, Fuzzy would mutter a complaint about the hill. "It's all good," Karen would reply.

They went for a long way, with nobody else in sight, and then a meadow appeared on the left. "That must not be it," Fuzzy thought, because no party was taking place in the meadow. Karen asked, isn't that the meadow? But Fuzzy said no, that must not be it, because nobody is there. I was just here two weeks ago, Fuzzy thought. I'll recognize it the instant I see it.

They rode and rode and rode. Fuzzy complained again. It's all good, Karen said. Fuzzy thought, it ALWAYS feels like the hills never end, so why should this time be any different? Then they started riding big ruts and G-outs that Fuzzy didn't remember. Don't worry, he thought. It's all good. Then he started to feel like he was on Pine Mountain. Embedded rocks and extreme fatigue -- boy, that feels a lot like Pine mountain. Then they got to the unmistakable junction of mutlitple trails with the really nice rest area. "We are riding to Paradigm," Fuzzy said. "We went too far."

For a brief moment, Fuzzy saw this as an opportunity. "We could do Paradigm on the tuesday night ride!" Why not? Let's go big!

That was a very brief moment, indeed.

Meanwhile, the faster group established a party camp less than a quarter mile from where they last saw Fuzzy and Karen. According to members of this group, they were only a few feet from the trail. Fuzzy and Karen must have passed them somehow. They didn't see us, and we didn't see them. They didn't hear us, and we didn't hear them. [NOTE: Pete was NOT on this ride. If Pete was on the ride, we would have heard them].

Lots more juicy ride report coming ... Fuzzy is a little tied up at work ... check back in a few days ... find out why Fuzzy made that silly statement about Karen's shoulders ... here's the teaser:

[[Image:HangingCamera.jpg|800px]]

''Karen spotted this surveillance camera high up in a tree near the end of split rock ...''

[[Image:Camera 084.jpg]]

[[Image:Camera 089.jpg]]

http://www.myleafriver.com/html/ir3bu.html

http://www.myleafriver.com/assets/applets/IR3_Manual.pdf

 

As heads cleared up on Wednesday morning, questions were asked:

Was that a wildlife camera?

Has the MoRon Crew become a criminal gang?

What were these people smoking?

IXNAY ON THE ALKTAY ABOUT UZZYFAY UCKINGFAY UP THE AMERACAY... Uzzyfay found it that way is how I remember it... yeah, that's it, that's the ticket... it BLINDED him as he was HIKING by see, and he wound up falling into the tree and practically getting strangled by it see, and he had to struggle greatly to break free of its tethers... --[[User:Briggr1|Briggr1]] 17:36, 26 October 2006 (PDT)

[[category:MoRon]]

Category:Drinks

2007-01-03T00:02:04Z

Fuzzy:

[[Category:MoRon]]

* ''Candy Juice'' - just what the hell is in this crap anyway? See http://www.stroh.co.uk/stroh/history.htm for details. Also great for removing the chrome from your tow-ball(s)!

* ''Tequila+'' - put a shot of Gran Mariner in your flask, fill the rest with good tequila. Simple. Effective. Tasty. --[[User:Briggr1|Briggr1]] 16:10, 24 October 2006 (PDT)

* ''FuzzEELexir''

3 oz Maker’s Mark

.5 oz Grand Marnier

.5 oz Buttershots

Splash of Hazelnut liqueor

1 oz Sherry

Fill to 6 oz using vodka or Captain Morgans

Place in flask and shake 1,000 times or go on a mtn bike ride

What do I need to bring on a MoRon ride?

2006-12-19T17:42:09Z

Fuzzy:

The MoRonIc ride is a fun and casual ride. Besides showing up ready and on time, little else is required.

Here is a guide to help you have a good time.

===Bike===
Extremely useful on a bike ride. Make sure it works before the ride.

We are not gear freaks, but for the newer rider, make sure you have:

* A Front Shock
* Wide range of gears
* Real Knobby tires
* A way to carry water
* A pump
* A spare tube

Sunday or Monday night is a good time to do a preride check.

===Lights===
The elusive MoRon is largely known to be nocturnal. Powerful lights cable of sustaining a 3 hour ride is required during nightriding season.

Most riders will be using High Output HID systems from:

* [http://www.niterider.com/ NiteRider]
* [http://www.bikelights.com/ Lights & Motion]

Using lower power systems is possible and often done, but the more light you have, the faster you could ride.

On our winter rides, please come prepared with adequate lighting and backup systems.

* Ideally, bring two fully operational systems.

* Minimally, bring a spare bulb and spare battery.

* Do not bring partially charged batteries

* Please check your lighting system thoroughly BEFORE the ride

* Please bring an LED emergency backup light, even if you brought two high-powered lights

* Please bring a strong alcoholic beverage in case both systems fail

===Front Fender===
Many front fender options exist, but few are truely 'good'.

The best front fenders for rain riding in Marin are the THE (Toby Henderson Enterprises) fenders.

These front fenders are the only real choices on the market. Everything else sucks:

[http://www.the-industries.com/cc_fender.html THE Cross Country Front Fender] - This fender is the gold standard for front fenders. They work very well.

[http://www.the-industries.com/dh_fenders.html THE Downhill Front Fender] - This fender is just like the CC version, but a little wider. This may even be a better option and is being tested by Peter this season.

[[Image:Thefender1.jpg]]

options: 

[http://www.mudmachine.com/products.html Mud Machine] fenders are another possible option. 
[http://www.headlandbike.com/fenders/dirtdiggler/dirtdiggler.htm Headland Dirt Diggler] is another option.

A rear fender is an option. Most people find that they do not have much effect, but this gets down to preference. The key is to get something fairly solid. Rear fenders get kicked around a lot and the flimsy ones are the worst.

I have not tried this one, but it looks nice.

[http://www.the-industries.com/sportline_rear_fender.html THE Rear Fender]

===Booze===
Creative drinks are strongly encouraged if not manditory.

Hard liquer is usually brought due to compactness and weight. Many people experiment with special mixes and brews.

'''BEWARE OF CANDY JUICE!'''

Beer is always a favorite. Canned beer is lightest, but the beer snobs will give you crap.

===Good Food===
Forget all those bars and jells. Real food. Candy. Salty things. Cookies. Bring good food.

===Proper Clothing===
In wet wether, you will get wet. No matter what you where, you will be soaked through.

Dress so that you stay warm, even when wet.

Windbreakers and rain jackets need vents to keep from overheating, but the sheild the dreded wind. Fuzzy clothing is nice since it has some wind stopping capabilities especially when wet.

Crew length wool socks work great to help keep your feet warm.

[[Category:MoRon]]

A strong-ass liver

A MOB attitude

What do I need to bring on a MoRon ride?

2006-11-28T17:52:27Z

Fuzzy:

The MoRonIc ride is a fun and casual ride. Besides showing up ready and on time, little else is required.

Here is a guide to help you have a good time.

===Bike===
Extremely useful on a bike ride

===Lights===
the elusive ''MoRon'' is largely known to be nocturnal

===Front Fender===
Many front fender options exist, but few are truely 'good'.

The best front fenders for rain riding in Marin are the THE (Toby Henderson Enterprises) fenders.

One of these front fenders are the only real choices on the market. Everything else sucks:

[http://www.the-industries.com/cc_fender.html THE Cross Country Front Fender] - This fender is the gold standard for front fenders. They work very well.

[http://www.the-industries.com/dh_fenders.html THE Downhill Front Fender] - This fender is just like the CC version, but a little wider. This may even be a better option and is being tested by Peter this season.

A rear fender is an option. Most people find that they do not have much effect, but this gets down to preference. The key is to get something fairly solid. Rear fenders get kicked around a lot and the flimsy ones are the worst.

I have not tried this one, but it looks nice.

[http://www.the-industries.com/sportline_rear_fender.html THE Rear Fender]

===Booze===
indications: liquid courage / social lubricant / anesthetic

===Good Food===

===Proper Clothing===

[[Category:MoRon]]

MoRon 11-14-06

2006-11-16T00:59:43Z

Fuzzy:

To say that I led the TNR on Nov 14th might be a little exaggeration, but I did make a few decisions.

For one, in light of the recent Sheriff activity at 5-corners, I decided to avoid it.
Secondly, I was tired of tamarancho and decided to ride in our favorite territory, except 5-corners.
Third, when confronted with a possible ranger in an area I’m not really familiar with, I decided to follow Jon.

Earlier, I called Danny Forer to ask how I could avoid 5-corners. If anybody knew, it would be Danny. “No, you can’t avoid it unless you ride road on bofax and enter by the ranger station, or ride road to Ross.” Wrong, Danny. It’s very simple. Just a little hike-a-bike up Bald Hill trail for a 200 foot elevation gain. Then ride quietly on to 6-points. I don’t know about anyone else, but just the idea that I might have fooled the rangers made the hike-a-bike worth it.

Fuzzy’s message to rangers: you are enhancing our lives. You have no idea how much more fun we have, running from you. The stupider the law, the more fun it is breaking it. Keep busting 60+ year old men trying to engage in a healthy activity. That makes it so much easier to disrespect you, fools.

Fuzzy, Pete (out for a short test ride), Sully, Karen, Jon, Dana, Russell, Russell’s friend (sorry, takes me 3X to get a name), Craig.

The party was early, near the end of Yolanda, and that turned out to be a good decision, since the group would soon split into 3. Yolanda. Better every time.

No positive ID on the ranger. Look, folks, if you wait around to confirm it’s a ranger, you’re gonna get a ticket. When a horse sees a white rag on the ground, he doesn’t always think it’s a predator. Sometimes he thinks, “maybe it’s not a predator, but it would be fun to spook anyways and try to throw my rider.” So, yes, it was a ranger last night. And while I’m at it, no, it was not a wildlife observation camera. It was big brother ranger, baby!

FUZZY

MoRon 10-24-06

2006-10-26T22:48:48Z

Fuzzy:

'''You are (actually, WERE) being watched ...'''

Fuzzy was appointed ride leader. At the Java Hut, Ron asked, "so where are we riding?". Fuzzy could see what was on his mind.

[[Image:RonThinkingofMo2.jpg|800px]]

''He knows that Mo HATES Split Rock.''

"S-P-L-I-T R-O-C-K", Fuzzy called the ride. The ever-bulging late fee account grew by $20 as Chris and Karen didn't get it together on time. By the way, Ron, is the money deposited in an interest bearing account? Are you managing our money wisely? And Karen, did you realize that some people in the world earn less money in a year than you pay in TNR late fees?

[[Image:KarenPearls.jpg|800px]]

''As if to accentuate her frivolous spending habits, Karen wore a necklace of PEARLS on the ride.''

But thank you for riding with us, Karen! The TNR would not be complete without girls! The success of our ride was on your shoulders.

We made our way to Iron Springs road and Fuzzy, as always, immediately fell to the back. Look, guys, you are a racing team, why doesn't someone bring one of those dorky trainers to the Java Hut? Next week I'll do some warmup while we're waiting for Karen.

Onwards to Tamarancho. We went counter-clockwise. Karen hung back with Fuzzy, while the rest waited patiently at the top of the B-17 spur. Then we all headed up the fire road towards split rock. It's easy -- Fuzzy did it two weeks ago, all by himself. No turns, just straight up the fire road until you get to the meadow. Once again, Fuzzy and Karen fell to the back. Occassionally, Fuzzy would mutter a complaint about the hill. "It's all good," Karen would reply.

They went for a long way, with nobody else in sight, and then a meadow appeared on the left. "That must not be it," Fuzzy thought, because no party was taking place in the meadow. Karen asked, isn't that the meadow? But Fuzzy said no, that must not be it, because nobody is there. I was just here two weeks ago, Fuzzy thought. I'll recognize it the instant I see it.

They rode and rode and rode. Fuzzy complained again. It's all good, Karen said. Fuzzy thought, it ALWAYS feels like the hills never end, so why should this time be any different? Then they started riding big ruts and G-outs that Fuzzy didn't remember. Don't worry, he thought. It's all good. Then he started to feel like he was on Pine Mountain. Embedded rocks and extreme fatigue -- boy, that feels a lot like Pine mountain. Then they got to the unmistakable junction of mutlitple trails with the really nice rest area. "We are riding to Paradigm," Fuzzy said. "We went too far."

For a brief moment, Fuzzy saw this as an opportunity. "We could do Paradigm on the tuesday night ride!" Why not? Let's go big!

That was a very brief moment, indeed.

Meanwhile, the faster group established a party camp less than a quarter mile from where they last saw Fuzzy and Karen. According to members of this group, they were only a few feet from the trail. Fuzzy and Karen must have passed them somehow. They didn't see us, and we didn't see them. They didn't hear us, and we didn't hear them. [NOTE: Pete was NOT on this ride. If Pete was on the ride, we would have heard them].

Lots more juicy ride report coming ... Fuzzy is a little tied up at work ... check back in a few days ... find out why Fuzzy made that silly statement about Karen's shoulders ... here's the teaser:

[[Image:HangingCamera.jpg|800px]]

''Karen spotted this surveillance camera high up in a tree near the end of split rock ...''

[[Image:CameraRemoval1.jpg|800px]]

''... and Fuzzy climbed the tree with his trusty knife and fucked it up real bad''

[[Image:Camera 084.jpg]]

[[Image:Camera 089.jpg]]

http://www.myleafriver.com/html/ir3bu.html

http://www.myleafriver.com/assets/applets/IR3_Manual.pdf

 
As heads cleared up on Wednesday morning, questions were asked:

Was that a wildlife camera?

Has the MoRon Crew become a criminal gang?

What were these people smoking?

[[category:MoRon]]

MoRon 10-24-06

2006-10-26T00:23:48Z

Fuzzy:

'''You are (actually, WERE) being watched ...'''

Fuzzy was appointed ride leader. At the Java Hut, Ron asked, "so where are we riding?". Fuzzy could see what was on his mind.

[[Image:RonThinkingofMo2.jpg|800px]]

''He knows that Mo HATES Split Rock.''

"S-P-L-I-T R-O-C-K", Fuzzy called the ride. The ever-bulging late fee account grew by $20 as Chris and Karen didn't get it together on time. By the way, Ron, is the money deposited in an interest bearing account? Are you managing our money wisely? And Karen, did you realize that some people in the world earn less money in a year than you pay in TNR late fees?

[[Image:KarenPearls.jpg|800px]]

''As if to accentuate her frivolous spending habits, Karen wore a necklace of PEARLS on the ride.''

But thank you for riding with us, Karen! The TNR would not be complete without girls! The success of our ride was on your shoulders.

We made our way to Iron Springs road and Fuzzy, as always, immediately fell to the back. Look, guys, you are a racing team, why doesn't someone bring one of those dorky trainers to the Java Hut? Next week I'll do some warmup while we're waiting for Karen.

Onwards to Tamarancho. We went counter-clockwise. Karen hung back with Fuzzy, while the rest waited patiently at the top of the B-17 spur. Then we all headed up the fire road towards split rock. It's easy -- Fuzzy did it two weeks ago, all by himself. No turns, just straight up the fire road until you get to the meadow. Once again, Fuzzy and Karen fell to the back. Occassionally, Fuzzy would mutter a complaint about the hill. "It's all good," Karen would reply.

They went for a long way, with nobody else in sight, and then a meadow appeared on the left. "That must not be it," Fuzzy thought, because no party was taking place in the meadow. Karen asked, isn't that the meadow? But Fuzzy said no, that must not be it, because nobody is there. I was just here two weeks ago, Fuzzy thought. I'll recognize it the instant I see it.

They rode and rode and rode. Fuzzy complained again. It's all good, Karen said. Fuzzy thought, it ALWAYS feels like the hills never end, so why should this time be any different? Then they started riding big ruts and G-outs that Fuzzy didn't remember. Don't worry, he thought. It's all good. Then he started to feel like he was on Pine Mountain. Embedded rocks and extreme fatigue -- boy, that feels a lot like Pine mountain. Then they got to the unmistakable junction of mutlitple trails with the really nice rest area. "We are riding to Paradigm," Fuzzy said. "We went too far."

For a brief moment, Fuzzy saw this as an opportunity. "We could do Paradigm on the tuesday night ride!" Why not? Let's go big!

That was a very brief moment, indeed.

Lots more juicy ride report coming ... find out why Fuzzy made that silly statement about Karen's shoulders ... here's the teaser:

[[Image:HangingCamera.jpg|800px]]

''Karen spotted this surveillance camera high up in a tree near the end of split rock ...''

[[Image:CameraRemoval1.jpg|800px]]

''... and Fuzzy climbed the tree with his trusty knife and fucked it up real bad''

 
As heads cleared up on Wednesday morning, questions were asked:

Was that a wildlife camera?

Has the MoRon Crew become a criminal gang?

What were these people smoking?

[[category:MoRon]]

MoRon 10-24-06

2006-10-25T23:52:45Z

Fuzzy:

MoRon 10-24-06

2006-10-25T21:09:30Z

Fuzzy:

File:KarenPearls.jpg

2006-10-25T20:51:39Z

Fuzzy: Karen knows how to dress for a ride

Karen knows how to dress for a ride

MoRon 10-24-06

2006-10-25T20:20:17Z

Fuzzy:

MoRon 10-24-06

2006-10-25T18:26:30Z

Fuzzy:

MoRon 10-24-06

2006-10-25T18:24:01Z

Fuzzy:

File:RonThinkingofMo2.jpg

2006-10-25T18:16:12Z

Fuzzy: Ron knows that Mo hates split rock

Ron knows that Mo hates split rock

MoRon 10-24-06

2006-10-25T18:12:07Z

Fuzzy:

'''You are (actually, WERE) being watched ...'''

[[Image:HangingCamera.jpg|800px]]

''Karen spotted this surveillance camera high up in a tree near the end of split rock ...''

[[Image:CameraRemoval1.jpg]]

''... and Fuzzy climbed the tree with his trusty knife and fucked it up real bad''

[[category:MoRon]]

File:CameraRemoval1.jpg

2006-10-25T18:06:28Z

Fuzzy: Fuzzy reaches for the camera with his trusty knife

Fuzzy reaches for the camera with his trusty knife

MoRon 10-24-06

2006-10-25T18:04:50Z

Fuzzy:

'''You are (actually, WERE) being watched ...'''

[[Image:HangingCamera.jpg]]

''Karen spotted this surveillance camera high up in a tree near the end of split rock ...''

[[category:MoRon]]

File:HangingCamera.jpg

2006-10-25T18:00:52Z

Fuzzy: Surveillance camera

Surveillance camera

MoRon 10-24-06

2006-10-25T17:35:12Z

Fuzzy:

'''You are (actually, WERE) being watched ...'''

... and as soon as I learn how to upload images, you'll see what I mean!

Fuzzy

MoRon 10-17-06

2006-10-19T17:52:55Z

Fuzzy: /* Eric's Ride Report */

===Pete's Ride Report===
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!colspan=3 style="text-align:center; font-size:200%; padding-top:.8em;"| '''Pete's First Ride Report'''
|-
|style="width:70%; font-size:100%; vertical-align:top; text-align:left; padding-left:1em;"|

I rode hard. It made me feel sick. A suprised buck on the trail almost beat me up.
|}

===Mo's Ride Report===

It appears that fall is upon us. If it must be, at least it has come with some achingly beautiful days, warm evenings, and a hardcore crew of dastardly mtn bikers who seem to want to go rip up the trails and cause HOHa’s (Hateful Old Hikers) grave consternation. The Java Hut held Jon, Dana, Pete, Ron, Karen, Russell, Fuzzy, and, at the last possible moment, Mo. Can’t believe I made it. Can’t believe I had *help* making it—I figured Karen would be throwing dead armadillos at my car or embarking on some salacious, seedy tale of lust and deception designed to obscure my focus in a last ditch attempt to make me late as payback for all the late fees she has paid over this past year, but no, she helped me. What an angel she is. What a heel I am. You know what the good thing is about tossing dead armadillos? They have that hard outer shell, though they may be putrid and liquid on the inside, so they keep their form in the air, but upon impact—wahoo!

So we went up through Tamarancho and got to the first clearing (there’s a name for it, search me….), and though we had decided to do Solstice via Tamarancho and the newly coined “Shit Barrel”, the MoRon had also secretly decided long before this point that that was not going to happen, so we stopped at this clearing and opened the bar. Jon the British bar tender brought out super-uber-mini-kegs of beer (I think they call them “cans” in the States?) and some nice yellow cups and we hunkered down right there on the spot. Some shots were had, nibbles shared, and as we were about to leave, …….LIGHTS…..G*A*S*P*!! Oh, it’s just mountain bikers. For a second, it looked like the freakin’ mother ship of all ranger endowed hover-crafts comin’ over that there horizon. We stopped them to administer candy juice that we had recently discovered had “gone bad” or something—even those die-hards Ron and Pete were making the you-bastard-you’ve-poured-rat-poison-directly-on-my-left-kidney face. So we gave them some of that, but not before some juvenile psycho-macho dribble exited one of their nubile young pie-holes….

Dumb-Ass-Fucknit-Guy: “Oh yeah….well, I’ve been mountain biking since You knew what a bike was….!.....?.....”

Dana: “Hmmm, well I guess yer OLD”!

D-A-Fn-G: “Oh yeah, well, gee, I’s jus’ kiddin’ n’ shit……”

How ‘bout a little GRATITUDE you prick? I am thinking that something like this might have been more appropriate:

D-A-Fn-G: “You people walk on water. How do I get nearer to thee? To what do I owe this precious gift of your presence?”

Turns out Ron knows this guy. Says his name is Dik. Maybe Ron said DiRk, seems more likely, but I am sticking with Dik. Yeah, that’s right—you heard it here girls, Mo is sticking with Dik.

Okay, so we are about to leave *again* and here comes a solo light from the other direction. Okay, gotta wait for this one and shoot him up as well. Well, this one was different. He was O.K. We gave him a shot and he said “Great! Thanks! I’ll wash that (crap) down with this….” And what does he do? Pulls out his very own Sierra Nevada from his fanny pack. Okay, that’s it—you’re in. We don’t know your name, or if you are a drooling child-molester—you’re in. So we really left this time, Chris the Sierra Nevada guy in tow. Got mostly around the loop, took B-17 up to the fire road (I could be wrong here about B-17—whatcha gonna do…) and had another little stopsy at the top with a great view of CoCoCo (Contra Costa County)—Vallejo, Benicia, Rodeo, Crockett, etc. Ron said no, it was Fresno, Scottsdale, Escondido, and Fairbanks. We just smile and nod at the dear boy.

I proudly reported—sounding like a female Carl Sagan—that from this vantage point, it appeared that one could see the oft-cited but little understood star that happens to be closest to us—Alpha Centuri—which can be distinguished by its characteristic sparkling effect which changes from red, to white and back again, due in part to its proximity to the rotating cuff of the intergalactic scallywag…I wont bore you mere mortals with the mathematical calculations which lead me to this knowledge, let’s just say it’s Alpha Centuri and call it good, shall we?

Well, I don’t know which cat had the balls, but a thin yet bold (no, not that Bold, he was still working on his geography re: Fairbanks and the emotional blowback from it not being where Six Flags Marine World is currently located….) from the dark said

“Huh. Looks like it’s moving”

“Balderdash!”

Crap. It was true. That star was haulin’. Here’s the capper though. I was taking my hits, doin’ okay, then from the other side of the circle-around-Karen’s-tiny-tiny-toy-bike, came Fuzzy with a voice that was some sort of hybrid cross between dripping sarcasm and boyish glee….

“Hey! It’s about to Crash into that other star!”

Jeezus, I thought I’d bring a sour jelly belly (lime, I believe) out of my right nostril. Damned funny that Fuzzy.

So, we went Sherwood out and it was a scream! Boy, Candy Juice, even rotten, makes you ride faster! I like it!

Iron Springs and out.

Love ya like a leper.
Thanks for the awesome toast to Tuesday’s, Karen, YOU guys make my Tuesday nights SPECIAL. (no sarcasm dripped during the writing of that sentence….)

===Fuzzy's Ride Snippet===

''COSTCO sales continue to plummet as the TNR snags another longstanding customer.''

Chris: "I'd like to ride with you guys, but I have a little shopping expedition planned."

Entire group thinks: "WTF? Shopping? That is SO LAME !!"

Ron: "Where are you shopping?"
Chris: "Costco"
Ron: "Don't they close at 9pm?"

May I suggest the nickname "Costco" for our new recruit?

===??'s Ride Report===
===Pete's Pictures===
<gallery caption="The Photos">
Image:Tnr1804.jpg|Java
Image:Tnr1812.jpg
Image:Tnr1816.jpg
Image:Tnr1821.jpg|Mo and her pit crew making sure she is on time.
Image:Tnr1828.jpg
Image:Tnr1833.jpg|Stay on the singletrack
Image:Tnr1844.jpg|Glamour
Image:Tnr1848.jpg
Image:Tnr1849.jpg
Image:Tnr1865.jpg
Image:Tnr1875.jpg|Candy Juice 2.0
Image:Tnr1877.jpg|Effects of Candy Juice 2.0
Image:Tnr1881.jpg|Hitchhiker's Guide to Marin
Image:Tnr1884.jpg|Star Crasher
Image:Tnr1886.jpg|"Feed me! Feed me!"
Image:Tnr1897.jpg|God.
Image:Tnr1899.jpg|Dinner is served
Image:Tnr1903.jpg|Like tipping a stripper
Image:Tnr1908.jpg|"I wuv you sooo much!"
</gallery>

[[Category:MoRon]]

Category:MoRon

2006-10-19T17:28:45Z

Fuzzy: FuzzEELexir Recipe

'''FuzzEELexir'''

3 oz Maker’s Mark

.5 oz Grand Marnier

.5 oz Buttershots

Splash of Hazelnut liqueor

1 oz Sherry

Fill to 6 oz using vodka or Captain Morgans

''Place in flask and shake 1,000 times or go on a mtn bike ride''