Friday, November 17, 2006

This is me the year Levi turned around with Mark H. after George picked up the tempo at the top of King Ridge. Notice the resemblance of Geo to Riis.


At 6:40 PM , Anonymous Anonymous said...

This episode, in Grasshopper lore, happened during the King Ridge race in '99 or '00. That day had some real changeable weather. A norwester was moving in slowly. All thru the earlier part of the race,especially along Austin Creek, the temp was falling slowly.
After the climbing began, any exposed sections on lower King Ridge were breezy and cold. I had kept only a winter jersey/liner on for the climb to keep from gett'n too warm on the steep pitches. Both my wind vest and jacket were stashed for any extreme conditions.
A small group I was in had climbed the last left/right pair of switchbacks before the climbing rolled up into a rolling windy ridge. The wind chill made it another 4 or 5 degrees colder now. We bridged up to Matty and a small group, feel'n the sting of cold and clearly fading. I sat up, put on my jacket and moved up in the group. Matty was slowing down quick. I eased back and rolled alongside him. He was on damage control. We came to a complete stop in the road.
The group had steadily pulled away all this time. He looked at me and asked if I had a vest or anything.
He was clearly shivering bad. I gave him my vest and arm warmers.....was glad I packed 'em. We worked together till Jenner and he warmed back up. This episode is a memory that stays pretty clear. It will make for good waxing around a campfire
Chuck Scarpelli
chuck scarpelli

At 1:53 PM , Anonymous Anonymous said...

Chuck was my own Personal Jesus that day! I had the uncontrollable shivers down Meyers Grade and thought I was going to either perish from the hypothermia or a high speed crash! When we made Jenner, I scrounged enough coin out of my jersey to buy a cup of coffee and some clam chowder...I am sure it came forma can, but that was the best clam chowder this side of Maine. As I was about to soldier on, I spotted a fellow shiverer across the street at the gas station, Nate. We proceeded to find a couple of Abalone divers in a beat up truck who were going through Occidental and we piled us and our bikes in the back on top of their tanks and gear. The rest is fuzzy, but I think there was some cuddling going on...but just as bro's!

I have been trying to pack on the pounds ever since, but nothing seems to stick!



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