Just recently, Don True and his riding buddy Jim "The Animal" have come out with a book about their cycling adventures in Moab, Utah. There are nine stories in this book and each one is a side splitter.
My favorite is called "North Beaver Mesa to Onion Creek" and Don describes it as "the epic struggle between coffee, beer, elk hunters, and women." This story is by far the longest in the book, a full six chapters with epilogue, and sets the tone for the rest of the stories. There may be a small grain of truth buried somewhere deeply in this story but I'd be hard pressed to figure out just where that grain is. Each chapter has a humorous ending and yet at the same time builds up to something much more so by the time you get to the end of the story you're ROTFLYFAO!
Running a close second as my favorite is the story called "Porcupine Cliff Hanger". I'd try to describe it but I'm afraid I'd just end up giving away the punch line. Lets just say that the story involves cliffs and bras. I believe that the first time I read this story it was late at night and I was trying not to disturb my wife's sleep. I tried and tried but just couldn't hold back the ocassional snort of laughter. A guy could really injure himself trying to be quiet and read this book.
This is a book that any bicyclist would enjoy finding under the Christmas Tree. Don has several stories posted at The Official "TRUE Storys®" World Wide Web Site as well as info on how to order his book. Read a couple of the stories (especially "Christmas in Dover") and see for yourself.
MOUNTAIN BIKE POEMS
"Off The Back"
(Recite using the cadence from the theme song of the Snapple commercials)
Sing a song of knobbies
But don't wait to take a drink
Cause keeping up with Yawn
Is a damn site harder than you think
So grab that trusty water bottle
Enjoy it's heft and girth
And drink some of the water
Mixed in with the dirt
Yawn is the current leader of the Fall Training Series Expert Division. He comes down from the wilds of Wenatchee like a Norse beserker (while the sounds of Led Zepplin's "No Quarter" play ominously in the background) to race, then disappears into the brooding mists of the NORTH as quickly as he came. If you have a local rider like this, you can insert his (or her) name into the poem and chant/rant it to yourself. Use as required. :-)
MUD HAIKU(S)
Reflex
Down Big Tire at night
Warm pool of light hides the good line
Don't miss it
Air
Off the beaten path
Tri-City flora galore
Flat tire
Slalom
Twisting and turning
Trail jukes to the left ... RIGHT!
Sagebrush
Do you have a poem or ditty? Share it with the rest of the Mudnews readers. Just send it to CONVERSATIONS WITH LeMans
Gasping in Granger writes:
"I'd like to be able to finish a race like that French guy did in the Olympics (popping a wheelie and riding it one handed across the finish line). How should I train for that?"
Dear GiG:
I asked the only person I know that can do wheelies how he trains. After several demonstrations, he took down the tail end of the pack and needed a pipe wrench to remove his front wheel, a bandage for his knee, a first aid kit for the three other riders that plowed into him, and a $100 bill to fix his bike.
My suggestion would be to begin training for this with the assistance of modern chemicals that remove the pain factor and in the general vicinity of an emergency room, equipped with a good supply of plasma. Don't get me wrong, I do think that the skill has a place in road racing, specifically from the stand point of a support rider eliminating some competition.
Sincerely,
LeMans
You have some questions that you'd like to ask of LeMans? Doesn't necessarily have to do with bicycling either. Send your questions C/O GrrRizly. I'll get the straight dope outa LeMans and post the answers in the next issue.




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