Finally, A Dry Ride!!

We had compact group today. I think the threatening weather kept a few folks from venturing out with us. Little Ball begged off due to his work schedule. Poor kid. I don't think he's used to that. He'll just have to learn as he gets older. If you don't plan ahead and make things happen, you'll miss a lot of riding time due to responsibility. Now today, today he was just plain soft. He had to be at work at 12 noon. We rode at 9am. Are you working class folk doing the math? That's plenty of time to ride for a couple of hours and maybe even get a real shower before reporting to the taskmaster! I spent many years doing Food Lion rides at 8am and being at the shop by 10am. No time for a real shower there, though. I promise you, in the winter, that cowboy shower from the water hose behind the shop was DAMN cold! But you do what you have to do if you really want to ride. Oh well, I'm sure he'll learn.

Wrecking Ball, Derwood, Tim Shank Redemption, and Mr. Bikechain himself all showed for what looked to be another wet ride. But the fog only hung around for the first 1/2 hour or so. The temp and humidity were both way down from yesterday, too. The trail was near perfect. Traction was so solid that I don't think you could slide out if you wanted to. I just kept testing the limits in each turn and was never let down. When Munson gets like this, it's one of the most fun trails in town. The trail has so much flow to it, you just flick from corner to corner. Watching the guy in front kind of reminds me of watching Moto GP racers as they rip through tight, S-curve rhythm sections. Just keep laying the bike from side to side, don't touch the brakes, and trust your tires to hang on!

We rode about 20-22 miles of singletrack out there this morning, and the efforts to push hard through the more fun rhythm sections apparently took their toll. I'm more tired than I would have expected. Now, I'm sure W.B. will tell you the bursts of speed were my design to make Kent uncomfortable. And he'll try to convince you that it was not coincidence that every time Kent bridged back on, the pace would elevate again. He may even go so far as to say there was an evil snicker every time I might have noticed Kent chasing. But it's just not true. Kent and I are long time friends and I would never, ever do that to a good, good, friend like Kent.....would I? Kent led the last few miles of the ride with me on his wheel. And maybe if what W.B. accuses was a little true, I felt guilty. So I convince Kent to settle in and let his skills do the talking. Efficiency is key in this game. After a particularly tight section, KW had opened up a little gap, so with a little motivation from yours truly, he proceeded to put the nail in the coffin all the way to the next regroup. Even Derwood was impressed and accused Kent of playing possum earlier.

Everyone ended this ride on a high note. There was no drama, which is very unusual in our crew, and no crashes, which was a big improvement over yesterday when 75% of the ride ended up on the ground at least once! Kent felt good about being back on track with his Felasco prep, and Tim got to ride twice this weekend! Now if the weather channel has their forecast in line, The rain should be moving out tonight to make way for clear skies and more winter like temps. Perfect!

And if you're wondering about that random pic at the top of this post, that's just to remind Wrecking Ball of where he got passed, ever so smoothly, near the end of the ride.

Where'd The Sun Go???

I am just about over these H.T.F.U. rides. I know they are supposed to make you tougher, but DAMN! Every ride lately is foggy, rainy, cold, or all three! Personally, I don't think I could hack the Seattle or London weather patterns. This much wetness, and I'm banging my head on the wall in frustration. My hats off to our foul weather friends, who don't have a choice, and carry on regardless. Now that I sound like a fair weather whiner, I'll sign off and sit quietly in hopes that the rain backs off enough, so that I can do another damp, foggy ride tomorrow.

Ooohhhh, Dirty!

Today was as promised, the perfect grey, grimy, winter day. The fog was so heavy en route to the ride that I had to use my windshield wipers. I prepped myself and the bike under the porch at Joe's Bike Shop, while it went from foggy, to pissing and spitting rain. A brief motion to drive to Munson was squelched by a long missing K.W.. We're not sure if he had an aversion to Munson, or was just afraid that if he got back in his car, he'd return home.

We rolled out in the rain with a plan to ride the Greenway first, and then work our way around to Pedrick, The Cadillac Trail, Tom Brown, Fern, etc. Unfortunately, this plan took us through a fair amount of pavement right out of the gate, and the standing water on the roads had me wetter than I wanted to be so soon. As soon as we hit the woods, things got better. The tree cover kept the rain from being as invasive. Within a 1/2 mile of the rooty dirt roads, Little Ball's cyclocross bike decided it wanted to be on top for awhile, so she pitched quite cleanly. It was probably the quietest crash I've ever seen. If nothing else, that Ball kid sure can crash smoothly!

All was well as we traversed the next section of pavement, and started through the vineyards. Down the long hill on the vineyards cut-through road, there was loud bang! I knew someone's tire had blown, but in the microsecond before my rear wheel got squirrelly and tried to pass me, I had just enough time to wonder, "Who had the flat?". Imagine my excitement to realize it was me.....again. My back wheel kept trying to pass me on either side as I slowly wrestled her to the grass. When I changed the tube, I come to find out the tire casing has separated from the bead. tried several methods to boot the tire and reinflate, but the tear is too long, and in a really bad spot. I tried to convince the crew to roll out, and I'd call for a ride home, but they were having none of it! They probably figured that if they had to suffer the weather, I needed to suffer, too. A quick call to Little Ball's dad, Big Ball, and rescue was on the way! (Now just a quick note. It's Sunday morning and nasty outside. You're warm and dry at home, getting ready to watch whatever your favorite sport is on TV. The phone rings and you get a request to get dressed and bring a spare tire to the other side of town, so that a friend, who doesn't have enough sense to stay inside in this weather, can keep riding. What do you do? I know what most people would do! Ken is a stand up guy, and I'm in his debt!)

Tire repaired, and appropriate (and inappropriate) heckling commenced, we're off again. The remainder of the ride was uneventful for the most part. At one point, Big Mark tried to tackle a tree with his head. But unfortunately, we all missed seeing it, as all these wet roots still give him a fit, so he was bringing up the rear. His skills are definitely improving, though. The wet roots of Cadillac will give anyone a little surprise dirt kiss from time to time, and at each regroup he was closer than expected.

This day was definitely one of those H.T.F.U. rides, and I'm thankful to the crew for being patient so I could finish it out!

Extra! Extra! Read All About It!

I'm proud to announce the birth of a bouncy baby Bicicletta! Wrecking Ball is the proud father of a young beauty named Trance. Tomorrow morning will be the maiden voyage.

I have to say, I'm a little envious. It takes me forever to get my rides set up where they feel like home, but I still love to build new rigs. It doesn't matter if it's just a grocery getter, I can't wait to have it off the stand and on the road. I'm building a commuter for my wife right now, and that bike makes me just as stoked.

Anyway, tomorrow should be cool and grey, like a good winter day ought to be. Perfect day for a nice long mountain bike ride. Technical trails to keep the speed down, and the body temp up. Can't wait. Hopefully I dotted all my i's and crossed all my t's while building W.B.'s bike, and we have minimal mechanical stops. Little Ball is in town for the holidays, and even K.W. claims he'll be on his bike for the first time since his biophysical breakdown. Should be good prep for this year's Felasco trip. Hope everybody gets in a good ride this weekend before the Christmas Eve/Day hoopla gets too out of hand. See ya on the trails.

BIGWORM

Gripe and Moan, Grumble, Mumble, Mmmphh!

Well, I've heard from everyone under the sun, "You haven't written anything lately!?". Duhh!! I write this little ditty, and I know when I haven't written any new lyrics. Unfortunately, Bigworm had lost his muse over the past couple of weeks, but fear not! Christmas is upon us, and Bigworm likes him some Christmas! We had a damn fine ride last night and my legs are still tired! So hang in there. While this post is short, there will be stories to come, soon. For now though, I've gotta go do my part to pump money into the economy, in the name of the birth of Christ.

BIGWORM

I like it when.....

I know! I know! It's Tuesday and I'm just getting around to stories about the weekend. Tough. Better late than never!

Saturday was big day for the T-town cycling scene. Thanks to much hard work by Jim and the Atomic crew, we actually had a cyclocross race in town. Even better, it was part of an 8 race series in Florida. So there was a good turnout, and it wasn't all locals! I heard one group talking about a 6 hour drive home! Roadies make that kind of drive all the time for races. Mountain bike crews start to grumble at that distance, but they still do it. For people to drive that far, for what is still a fringe discipline here in the southeast, is hopefully a good sign for the future.

'Posse crewer, Marko, decided to give the race a go, despite nervousness regarding his bionic foot. And personally, I think Kristen has a sense of humor, as she convinced him he should be in the B race. After much debate, Marko finally abandoned his attempts to get yours truly to join him in the carnage. When the boys lined up, I took stock of who was there. Most of the earlier vet racers were in line. And most of those guys would kick my ass! Then I noticed the guys that kick the vet guy's asses were in line, too! Now securely convinced that I'd made a wise decision to sit this one out, I told Marko good luck, and went to get my camera so he could see how hurt he looked later.

The whistle blows, and the hurt starts! Marko comes through doing his best imitation of a tomato. Later, he points out that he didn't have his water bottle on that lap. Apparently it "flew out" somewhere on the backside of the course. Now I don't want to cast too much doubt Marko's way, but had it been me, after that blistering start, I would have thrown my bottle over a chain link fence so I could stop next lap and take my time looking for it! Supposedly, on one of the next laps, he had to stop and get a piece of dirt off of his chainring. He called it putting his chain back on, but can produce no witnesses. After all of this calamity, he digs deep to get back in front of Kristen. She was also in the B race, and again, would have kicked my ass! He told me later he didn't want to get "chic beat"! A solid finish, not first, but not last either. My hats off to you, Marko!

On Sunday, our ride turnout was minimal, but solid. Wrecking Ball, Kent, Cliffy, the Spanish Mackeral, and myself rolled out from Joe's parking lot. Mackeral has been off his bike so long we have to help him balance and give him a little push to get started. Slowly, but surely, his legs remember the happiness that is being out with the crew on mountain bikes. Though he does still smell vaguely of that "rut juice" we spoke of in an earlier post. We start out east and at Cliffy's suggestion, we ride the old Call Street trails behind the Royal Order of Buffalo building. The trails are overgrown to some degree, and there are definitely more forks than there used to be, but we eventually came out on the other end. Deciding not to backtrack, we loop around through the neighborhoods to pick up the Albertson's Fern, up to the Indian Head trails. I guess Mackeral being along brought out the old school vibe, so we took all the old school routes.

Now for those who have not been around Cliffy lately, you've missed a real treat! That boy has had a heavy duty case of the grouch for the past month or so. A little whining is just typical, and perfectly acceptable, but this has been another level! If you rode with him, he didn't like where you went. If you tried to go somewhere else, he didn't like anywhere else. If you called him, he didn't like how you dialed his number. You get the picture! Anyway, about an hour in, Wrecking Ball loses it after one too many negative observations from Oscar the Grouch! "That's it!", he screams! "From now on, all of your sentences better start with "I like it when...", or you better not even speak!" Cliffy was strangely quiet for quite awhile after this, but the mood is definitely more jovial. Cliff did his best to stay the happy course until we turned back towards home much too early for his liking. I could tell he wanted to voice his displeasure, but was trying to hold true to Wrecking Ball's mandate. Finally he looks back all flustered and says, "You know what I like? I like it when I get back home and can be as negative as I want!". That cracked me up then, and for the rest of the day. I was still laughing to myself about it later at lunch, and had to explain the whole story to my wife, who thought it strange that I was so amused by my pizza. Quintessential, Cliffy!

I too was a little bummed by the shortness of the ride, and the high percentage of pavement, but you know what? I like it when....my crew comes together and I spend the whole weekend riding and I am left with all of these stories!

This Sucks!

Most of our T-town crew won't know this guy, but it still sucks. I got an email from Paul the other night with a link regarding the death of Mike Janelle. Here's the link if you want to check it out. http://www.velonews.com/news/fea/13715.0.html Apparently he and JAson Sager were friends, too. He's got a post on his blog, as well.

Mike was a long time bike racer in the Colorado area. I met him on RAAM, two years ago. He was part of the 4-man team Beaver Creek / Vail. Since Team Type 1 was heads and tails above the other corporate teams, our goal was to beat the rock star veterans who had dominated the year before, The Beavers. Our team had huge heart, and against anyone's predictions, took the fight to reigning champs. I'll never forget how much fun we had when we finally caught them in the flat midwest. In some town who's name I can never remember, our first pass was made. We threw out Phil and Big Joe to go 2up against their one man, thinking they could team time trial and just blow by to establish a gap. Rookie mistake! We were so excited about the catch, we didn't check the map book for the upcoming roads. We threw those two right as we were coming into a town with a ton of turns, stop signs, and traffic lights! There was no way they could work together to do any kind of damage. In the meantime, Janelle was in his leapfrog team van, bouncing off the walls. He saw us throw those two guys and all he wanted was to be on the road to teach us a lesson. When Janelle hit the road, he caught the boys quickly, rode up between them, said "hi", and then attacked them like it was the last corner of Florida crit race! We'd been racing for days, not hours, and he just threw down! That boy was motivated! It took us forever to catch them, again. We did finally catch and pass them through corn country, but when we hit the East coast mountains of OH and WV, they finished out their lesson plans, and we graduated 2nd overall, but a hell of lot wiser.

This year, we went back to RAAM and used the lessons that Mike and his boys had taught us, to take an overall victory! But across the first third of the country, at a lot of the rider transfers, we were parked next to the Beaver's transfer vehicle, so we got to hang out an talk. Mike was just as competitive as ever, but the whole team was friendly. They complemented us on our improvements and when we talked about the year before, Mike's face lit up like a Christmas tree. We all had a good time with the close racing last year. That just doesn't happen on RAAM, and it sure broke up the monotony.

Maybe with what's going on in my own house hold right now, I'm hypersensitive to this kind of thing. But my heart goes out to Mike's RAAM teammates, Zac Bingham, Nat Ross, and Jimi Mortensen. But most of all, I feel for Mike's wife. She's 6 months pregnant with their first kid! Damn, that's a tough blow to handle.

Old Home Day!

Well, here we are the day after Thanksgiving, and feeling like the proverbial stuffed goose! So I get the last minute OK from my better half to join the Whittington Family Reunion Ride. I called the Wrecking Ball to come out and join us, thinking he could help me dilute some of the Whitosterone that was sure to be boiling over.

Five Whittingtons representing two generations of lug nut turning, arm wrestling, Woodvillians. How can this ride not be entertaining? For those who don't know the Banty Rooster, you're missing a real treat. Mr Rooster is the father of long time core rider, Bikechain. Bikechain was a partner in the now defunct legend that was Revolutions Cyclery. I wrenched at Revolutions for 4 or 5 years, and the Banty Rooster was in the shop probably 80% of the time I was. I'm pretty sure he's never met a stranger, and he never fails to regale you with stories that somehow leave you questioning that twinkle in his eye. I'm not saying he'd pull your leg, but you better have your balance when he's around!

Bikechain's fellow partner in Revmart, and older brother, The Rx, was in attendance, too. Now, Rx never had the cycling disease quite as bad as the rest of us, but he was always game for any of our two wheeled foolishness including bike hockey or piloting the Tri-bandem in the Festival of Lights parade.

Rounding out the triumvirate of Banty Rooster's offspring today, was 007. 007 is some sort of odd mix of CIA, MMA, KGB, RCA, LCD.... I don't know what else. He was once accused of being anti-semite, which is damned funny considering his wife's jewish! Me personally, I think he's a member of the Israeli Moussad cycling team.

I have not had a chance to ride with Banty Rooster, Rx, or 007 in years. So with them, Bikechain, Wrecking Ball and 'Cuz( who also happens to be Banty Rooster's nephew) we were off! First up was the Live Oak Trail. I was a little concerned for Rx, as he rides the least of our crew today, and he's on 1993 KHS Pro FZ, complete with a rigid fork, and cantilever brakes. The pads on these brakes are at least 10 years old! I'm hoping they haven't hardened to rocks or don't crumble into dust at the first sign of a downhill!
My fears proved unfounded. Rx flat out charged! Despite a little wobble at the top, he committed full on to attacking our newest bridge over the waist high log on the backside. This was the first time he'd seen it, and God knows how long it's been since he rode last! Right after the log bridge, Rx charges the downhill to the creek...on that full rigid, cantilever brake equipped rig! Now not for nothing, but I've seen some guys who ride a lot more often than Rx, and on new school, full suss rigs, no less, ride that downhill with less aplomb than Rx did today. Big Kudos to his can-do attitude. It's hard to explain, but riding with guys like that makes me stoked! No complaining and knowing the odds are not necessarily in their favor, but they commit and succeed anyway. It'll make you take stock of your own attitude, that's for sure.

After Live Oak, Banty Rooster decided to part ways, uttering something about being 67 years old and "What was he gonna do in 10 years when he was 77?". Whatever, I hope I'm still able to go ride with a bunch of guys 20-30 years younger than me when I'm 67!

The rest of us headed for Lake Overstreet and Redbug. Things stayed fairly chill except for a couple of times when 'Cuz decides to throw 007 a beatin' in the singletrack. You just can't have that many Whittingtons on a ride and no gauntlets be thrown down! Rx chugs along steadily, and still no complaints. I thought for sure Rootbug would've done him in on that rigid bike, but no chance. You know it occurs to me that if Rx were to go to Felasco, Spanish Mackeral would likely lose his MOTY title. In fact, given the fact that Mackeral has more excuses than rides under his belt, these past few weeks, he may already be a former MOTY!

This ride was definitely like a big reunion ride. It was super cool to get to ride with the "other" Whittingtons. As Wrecking Ball and I were loading up after the ride, Banty Rooster shows up with plates of home cooked cakes and pies. Talk about bringing back memories of my days at Revmart! I'm not sure if this is what Fat Lad means by ending his rides with beer and cakes, but I'll take it anyday!

Today was a good day!

Yesterday was a cool day. 'Cuz and I made a last minute trip to Cairo. GA not Egypt, and Kayro, not Kyro. We met up at Downhilla's new crib, for a road ride through the South Georgia backcountry. Seeing Downhilla's new spread, practically a mansion from what he's lived in the past few summers, the outstanding weather, and new scenery, were definitely worth the drive.

Today. Today started out kind of rough. After the Saturday ride experience, I was hoping not to be let down by the Sunday Big Show. Sunday is the ride where everyone comes out of the woodwork. Most of these guys I only see on Sunday. Little Ball is in town. Spanish Mackerel is actually showing for rides, in preparation for Felasco. Ahhh, but the best laid plans of mice and men........Right out of the gate, I get a text from Mackerel about waking up humping a deerstand while swilling back cartons of "rut juice". I'm not sure what that means, but I assume he's a no show. Then the president of the Bicycle Flea Market for Men calls and begs off, claiming offspring issues. As in, his litter, not the band. I'm already getting aggravated. On the way to Jose's Hacienda of Bicicletas, Former Bike Shop owner calls and tells me he's out. I didn't even know he was coming! Something about a headache. Anyway, the shop, it's just Derwood and I, so I start calling around to see how deep the sickness runs. 'Cuz is running late, but he's en route with Ice Berg in tow. Micro claims a whole stack of BS, and is out. RC God doesn't answer his phone, but shows up 10 minutes later. Little Ball turns complete sissy and hides in bed, much like the Bigfish at Hook, Line and Stinker. So my crew of 10 turns out to 5. 50% attrition rate and not even one pedal stroke into the ride, yet!

We may be diminished, but the mix is good, and the weather is perfect. We roll out east and out at the dike, we pick up a loner, Ragin'. Ragin' tags on for awhile before dipping to find his own beat. We pick up another new guy whom nobody knew. He just kind of sits on the back and enjoys our foolishness. Shortly after that we pick up Huck Finn. I haven't seen Huck in awhile, and it's good to get to ride together and catch up a little. I'm not sure if it was the fall air, or Huck being in the mix now, but we decide to go looking for one of our old school routes. We wandered all over the Fallschase area looking for the way across the dry lake bed, Once across, after way too much soft sand pedaling, everybody hoped like all hell, that we would find a way back out of the lake bed, and up on to the Cadillac Trail. Luck smiled on us for certain. With Huck leading, all the time uttering disclaimers about not being sure of the direction, we rode perfectly into an old goat trail, through the brush, back up to Cadillac. It's like it was cut just for us! How we stumbled on that trail so perfectly, I'll never know.

Back on known trail, the general consensus is its time to head for the barn. We've been out for nearly 3 hours by now. As we pass through TB Park, we run across, Juancho, of Bigringcircus fame, Cupcake, and Bushy on their way out. Bunch of late sleepers! Still it's good to see them out and riding. About that time, Former Bike Shop Owner comes cruising up. Busted! On the way back, I notice that the new guy at the back is still with us, and I still don't know his name. So introductions were exchanged, and we may have a new crew member, as well. Only time will tell. Back at the shop, 3hrs 15minutes from the start, this ride has gone from aggravating to outstanding! We definitely missed some people, but we got to see old friends, and make at least one new one. We rode trails we have ignored for years, some of which I thought had fallen to development! Did I say the weather was perfect?!

BIGWORM

Yeah, this day may have started out a little shonky. But today... Today was a good day!

A Beautiful Disaster

Well, last night's ride lived up to our crew's usual drama standards! Unfortunately, I had a little help from a distraught wife unit. The ride is set to roll from Joe's Bike Shop and Ice Berg is standing patiently outside by my truck. Being 15, he still needs rides to the rides. About 20 minutes from clockout time, I find out that Marco Polo can't make the ride, so I'm gonna need to drive Ice Berg back home afterwards. He's a good kid, so that's not too bad, but it definitely adds another 45 minutes to my trip home! Then my better half calls, frantic that she's just been in a hit and run where she chases the guy down until he stops! In the middle of her call, she blurts "The cops are here. I've gotta go!" and hangs up! So now I'm stuck wondering if everything is alright. She did manage to convey that she's not hurt, but I don't know if her car is jacked, if she needs help, nothing. Just before I melt down, she calls back, tells me everything is cool, and that I should still ride. "Don't stress." she says! Yeah right! Have you met me??

So we arrive at Joe's and the FNG, who is borrowing a light from me, needs help mounting it, but doesn't want to take the initiative on his own. In the meantime Ice Berg is circling like any good teenager, asking a thousand questions about how to mount his helmet light properly. Through all of this, I'm trying to get my own gear together. When we finally roll out, the group keeps getting split up crossing clogged T-town traffic arteries. Somehow, I'm on the wrong side every time. Things just won't look up for me!

On the Fern Trail we meet some other riders heading for the Higher Ground ride. As one group passes, The Human Wrecking Ball starts telling me, in his best trail whisper, that one of these guys is the guy who had the audacity to challenge him at Tom Brown a month ago! The nerve of the guy! So I answer, in my best trail whisper, but HWB doesn't hear me and keeps crabbing about how I'm ignoring him. So as my blood pressure continues to elevate, I decide it's time to bump the pace up to where nobody wants to talk anymore. No talking hopefully means nobody pushes any more of my buttons, right? No such luck! We arrive at Tom Brown Park and I'm trying to collect my crew to head for the parking lot to look for late arrivals. But this is like trying to herd cats! As 3 of the guys shoot by on a downhill, I realize that the last guy is not the FNG! WTF? The last guy is HWB's nemesis, who hopefully didn't hear our trail whispers. Where did Newbie go? I look down the hill and see FNG walking into Paulie's headlight, and his borrowed light no longer appears to work. Apparently the light had extinguished on the Fern, he'd missed a turn and took a trip over the bars, in the dark. Afterwards he'd been riding by braille to catch up! Paulie, being the generous soul he is, loans FNG one of his two light systems and we're back under way. But now the Nemesis is complaining about how we're stopping too much, and wanting to know if we're gonna ride or what?? Who the hell is this guy? Why is he in the middle of OUR ride griping about OUR plans??!!

New tactic time. I'm sitting in the back now. I figure if I let HWB and Nemesis try to kill each other, Paulie will go fast to watch, and all I have to do is sit back and watch FNG take bad lines. When your day is going poorly, laugh at someone else's pain, that's my motto! So my night starts to turn around. A short while later, HWB freaks out and splits for home, Nemesis dipped to find more talented riders who will clearly challenge him more than we do, and our merry band is down to four.

And then something cool starts to happen. We regroup and start chatting. I nudge towards the trail a couple of times, but noone takes the bait. We just sat out in the quiet, dark by the lake, and talked about all manner of humorous old stories. Everything that was leading to my early coronary checkout melted away. Eventually we started home, with nothing but the usual games of grabass and smartass comments that are the trademarks of all of our better rides. Everyone was cold as the temperature dropped 15 degrees while we were out there, but deep down, the warmth of knowing I was where I belong was back. Despite all the stress of my day and making this ride happen, in the end, it was still better than sitting home stressing all the challenges that have been heaped on my household the past few weeks. This ride was doomed from the word go. It should have been a disaster! And in some ways it was, but I'm sure that on some dark night ride in the future, the story of this ride will be told again, but maybe as a more beautiful disaster.

A new, new, new beginning!

Welcome to chapter 3, or 4.5, or whatever latest version of Apebike were on, but hopefully this will be the final site. Now you can get all of your Apebike loveliness in one convinient location. Please make yourself comfortable and enjoy the show!

BIGWORM