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Dear Lord please forgive me.....

I skipped out on work 6 days ago for an impromptu trip to Sun Valley for some sweet singletrack. I did not call in sick or in any way try to explain what I was doing. I returned today to stares and whispers, I have not spoken to nor has anyone spoke to me about my whereabouts for the better part of a week. As I sit down at my work station the anticipation of seeing my boss in the next few minutes has my adrenaline pulsing.

There must to be some way for him to understand that I HAD to accept the offer that was bestowed upon me by the two dead beat, jobless, beer swizzling nomads that sat outside my office 6 days ago waiting for an answer. He has to know that opportunities like this don’t wait for vacation time to come around, this trip needed to be handled!

18 hours, a case of beer and $215.00 (stopped a Jackpot NV) later we arrived. Its so late now we decide to keep drinking until daylight after which we would drive to our first ride – Red Warrior- hammer (ha!) to Mars ridge and downhill the return back to the rig. It seemed like such a great idea but the reality of altitude and alcohol saturated bodies did not jibe. The first portion of the ride is single-track along the creek, mellow and delightful. The turn toward the first ridge raises some eyebrows as our bodies are on a crash acclimation and the pain of going from elevation 0’ to 8,500’ is becoming a burden. No matter where you ride when you climb you get into a groove and here is no different. Pain becomes part of the experience and you accept it without question. We finally arrive just below Mars ridge and the ominous sound of thunder emanates from the approaching afternoon storm. One of the Nomads starts to balk at continuing the route to and over the ridge, something about a previous experience with lightning and cooked brains. PUSSY! screams the second dead beat and a meeting of the “minds” occurs on the trail. This is where things could have gotten ugly but a deluge of cold fat rain hits with such a force that the Nomads and myself have to make a quick decision - up or down – its two against one and we keep moving toward the ridge. No lightning struck and no brains were cooked and the rest of the ride finished with some slick downhill.

As it turned out our bodies protested but preformed well enough to complete the ride. The next few days were incredible – Fisher Creek, Oregon Gulch, Chocolate Gulch, Mohony and Greenhorn.

Bliss! The nomads and myself were at the peak of our game – being able to awake each morning just to ride made the climbs seem effortless and the downhills even more sweet than they already were. Each night was a combination of beer, bench racing and pizza. This should never end – but reality always sneaks it nasty little shrunken head into the mix.

My extension buzzes and the secretary says “The Man’ wants to see me. This can only mean something bad, but I did bring this on myself and I will have to face the consequences. As I get up I glance out of the window toward the parking lot driveway and I see them, the two Nomads, they slowly creep by in their rig peering toward my window – smiling.
Posted by Skates a 38 year old Die-hard Enthusiast riding a Castellano on 09/22/04

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  • Re: Dear Lord please forgive me.....

    mountainbiking/beachbum it's the way to go.
    best perks around, easy hours, good mental forecast.
    Posted by Freaky franky on 09/23/04

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  • Re: Dear Lord please forgive me.....

    Too Cool....sometimes living life is better than struggling for life
    Posted by OCTOMAN on 09/23/04

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    Before you lose your employee-access to the internet, I just want to say two things:

    --nice write up;
    --which Castellano were you riding?

    Posted by EBasil riding a Manitou HT from San Diego on 09/23/04

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  • Re: Dear Lord please forgive me.....

    Good write-up. I read it with mixed emotions. If it was fiction, man, you write really well. If it's reality, then the end of the story shows us how you feel. On the one hand, just about everybody has an inner desire to just bust out from the grind and run to the hills. Surely it is an intoxicating mix of defiance and freedom. On the other hand, you're 38 years old and have a good enough job that you have your own office. You take off for six days without telling anybody. There's one of two things going on here. Either you're not all that valued at your job and they didn't miss you all that much or what they counted on you for, didn't get done. In some sectors, the stuff that didn't get done might not have been that important, but if it was, you definitely didn't fulfill the duties that you got hired for.

    Personally, the possibility of getting fired or besmirching my reputation at work, would've overrode the desire to take off, as many of us have families to support (or child support to pay in my case, same thing). More power to you if you can toss jobs aside and get other ones easily. That's not the case in my sector. It's very hard to get in and once you're in, you want to stay there. It puts a roof on my place and food in my face. Also helps pay for bike parts. That's what vacations are for. I do the "busting-out" thing, one day at a time. I'll break loose and go do a full day riding mid-week and that will get some of it out of me. The nomads are nomads for a reason. Being part of a faceless corporate entity is no fun, but the rigors of living on the lam (like the nomad climbers at Yellowstone, who raid the restaurant trash can everyday for food and sleep in their cars) has an appeal only for the most heartiest of constitutions. I neither condemn your actions, nor support them, because the choice was entirely yours.
    Posted by STP a 45 year old Racer riding a K2 Razorpiggie from P'Dale on 09/23/04

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  • Re: Dear Lord please forgive me.....

    And then, instead of catching up, you go to socalmtb.com and post a write up - sweet!
    Posted by Intenserider2 a 29 year old riding a VT and ol' Intense from Ess Dee on 09/23/04

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    Good story.

    Posted by ZG a 34 year old Weekend Warrior riding a XRCFEX, Etc. from Studio City on 09/22/04

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  • Re: Dear Lord please forgive me.....

    Skates, you only did what almost all of us wish, we had the nerve to do.Good for you.I sincerly hope you didn't lose your job.
    Almost every morning on the way to work I have this dream,of just saying screw it, I'm going riding and not coming back for ????.
    Posted by Pain Freak on 09/22/04

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    I was cruising along near Camarillo and it rained on us. But I found a wallet with 134 dollars in it. No ID. I did not give it to the pigs. So Lord, Dear Lord, please forgive me. Then, back to my pad in Echo.
    Peace

    Dirk-David Kyle
    Posted by Davidkyle33Z a 34 year old Weekend Warrior riding a XRCFEX from Echo Park, CA on 08/21/07
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    DDK - you win at the internets. Posting on a 3 year old thread rules!!! You are my hero!
    Posted by Crzyridr33 a 35 year old Die-hard Enthusiast riding a very light bike on 08/22/07
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  • Re: Dear Lord please forgive me.....
    Its good to see you got life by the balls and said f@*K it. its a sobering rminder that all the things in life, mortage, wife, kids, bills, etc. cant hold all of us down. I hope you have a boss who understands us mountain bikers.
    Posted by Jeykllrider a 35 year old Die-hard Enthusiast riding a 2001 cannondale jeykll from chino hills on 09/15/07
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