Uphill Fanatic
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I ride Blackstar every week. Other than getting a little more crowded especially on the flats, I have no complaints. Great people, great work out.
I was out yesterday morning which looked to be a beautiful day. I was riding the flats and was approaching the ONLY water/mud puddle still present. As I was approaching (maybe 10 feet away) I hear a vehicle behind me. I do a quick glance and it appears that the a truck is approaching, maybe 30 yards back.
I decide to step on it and push to the left around the water/mud as I should easily beat the truck.
Just then, the truck guns it, hits the puddle, nearly hits me, and completely drenches me and my bike with the grossest nastiest mud I have ever seen.
Yes, I am livid. Hikers just above me are astonished and almost as upset as I am telling me that the truck almost hit me.
I pull around the corner and the truck is stopped to unlock the gate. I start to unleash a curse filled tirade as the driver gets out.
Low and behold, it's Art Tuttle. He starts in with the SOS- "This is private property, you don't belong here". He tells me he did me a favor as "it's hot outside, I just helped you cool off".
I have seen him before. Sad thing is I actually gave him a ride once a few years back just outside the gate to the mobile home park as he asked me and I thought I just may be able break down some barriers. I reminding him of this trying to make it personal and he says he doesn't remember me.
I am writing this to warn my fellow Blackstar Mtn Bikers, keep your eyes open (he drives a beat up old Dodge truck). Art is still around a crazy as ever.
I was out yesterday morning which looked to be a beautiful day. I was riding the flats and was approaching the ONLY water/mud puddle still present. As I was approaching (maybe 10 feet away) I hear a vehicle behind me. I do a quick glance and it appears that the a truck is approaching, maybe 30 yards back.
I decide to step on it and push to the left around the water/mud as I should easily beat the truck.
Just then, the truck guns it, hits the puddle, nearly hits me, and completely drenches me and my bike with the grossest nastiest mud I have ever seen.
Yes, I am livid. Hikers just above me are astonished and almost as upset as I am telling me that the truck almost hit me.
I pull around the corner and the truck is stopped to unlock the gate. I start to unleash a curse filled tirade as the driver gets out.
Low and behold, it's Art Tuttle. He starts in with the SOS- "This is private property, you don't belong here". He tells me he did me a favor as "it's hot outside, I just helped you cool off".
I have seen him before. Sad thing is I actually gave him a ride once a few years back just outside the gate to the mobile home park as he asked me and I thought I just may be able break down some barriers. I reminding him of this trying to make it personal and he says he doesn't remember me.
I am writing this to warn my fellow Blackstar Mtn Bikers, keep your eyes open (he drives a beat up old Dodge truck). Art is still around a crazy as ever.