Wild Dingo

It started out as a way to see two friends I haven’t seen in too long. But it ended up turning into an event.

Don’t let Marscat get tipsy. She tends to break things. But a little Superglue and it’s good as new for drinking bubbly again!

The social ride was well, um, social! We started off with delicious smoothies as we waited for the Fixie Chick to show up. They were so yummy, Marscat kept hinting at wanting more when she licked her glass as far down as she could.

I like having Marscat and Ippoc around. Marscat asks all the interesting questions that I can never answer, like “what’s the square root of Loki’s total channel reception divided by pi?” It’s a good thing my bathrooms were stocked with books that had answers such as The Book of General Ignorance and Never Shower in a Thunderstorm to keep her inquiring mind happy.

And Ippoc has a lot quantitative answers to questions people shouldn’t be asking, like my driveway is a 19% grade and Charlie had a 23% grade. Hmmm. Those may qualify as things better left unknown!

Then after puttering around, playing with the new kid at Wild Dingo, we got on the road. Since the weather was humid and nasty I did a rain dance that honored us with light sprinkles and an entertaining lightening show in Capitola. We puttered through the cliffs and showed those east bay residents just what they were missing living way over there in Berserkly.

The slow dance through the muggy harbor almost made a few of us fall asleep at the wheel. I got to be a smart ass and sprinted a roller against Fixie Chick, who casually rolled up, tugged my shirt pocket and put me in my place.

Worried Charlie would hurt her, Ippoc kept up the high mouth-RPMs as she easily cranked out the climb, claiming the 27 cog was the reason. Um, I don’t think so Ippoc. We know you’ve been racing the mountain stages this year.

On the rollers home, Fixie Chick gave me the “Look.” I couldn’t resist, I looked back for traffic and took advantage of the downhill to gain a big gap using my big ring (ha! I’ll do anything for the leg up against Fixie Chick)…and sprinted her the last big roller up with Mrs. B. keeping the whip cracked on me as best she could. I gave out just before the crest when my heart rate reached 110% and lost anyway. I’ll get you Fixie Chick. And your little 17 too!

We cooled off and replaced all the calories we lost on our ride with delicious freshly baked pizza, salty snacks, sweets and bubbly to celebrate the nuptials of our good friends Marscat and Ippoc. Loki showed his appreciation of his new friends by flattening them like pancakes as he sat on whatever body parts he could find.

I think I may have just begun the Annual Wild Dingo Social Ride–with the emphasis on social: food, alcohol and maybe a little riding in between. But I’m warning you right now. Next year, I’m not donating any kidneys before this ride and the hills will be longer, meaner and more-r.

PostScript: Loki Loves his new housewarming gift, tug toy! It’s become his first pick outside! Thank you Marscat and Ippoc for the gift and for “Maggie’s Reserve!”