So, the Warden's beautiful, and oh so talented wife turned 40 on the weekend. This meant two things. First, no skiing. Second, we partied like Caligula all week long. Seven full days of heavy drug use, drunken brawls and general dissolute behavior were the order of the day. A couple of the wardens also found time for some riding. Little Cheecho, Wolfgang and a new apprentice, who is, for the time being, without a name, sampled the trails in Dufferin, before riding over to Knutsford. Traction was superb as Wolf' led the way down. Spirits were high until Little Cheecho disapeared. Fearing that Cheecho was being gang raped by a gaggle of Black Bears, Wolfgang retraced his tracks, only to find Little Cheecho, with a freshly fixed tire, rolling down the tail. As Wolf turned around, his sexy Santa Cruz picked up a stick in the rear derailleur, resulting in some debilitating damage. Broken derailleur, bent hanger, eight broken spokes, and a ruined chain, all told, around six hundred bucks!!!
The rest of the ride was all about coasting down the hill on a wobbly wheel with a scowl of utter disgust on the Warden's face. Ah well, it's only money, and as Wolfgang always says, broken parts are just an opportunity for up-grades!