Mission Accomplished
The second annual Northwest Fatbike Meet took place over this past weekend and exceeded all expectations. Quality trumped quantity in this case . . . the five of us that were able to make the Saturday ride experienced unseasonably-awesome sunshine and warmth that was to die for. I can only speak for myself, but it's a day that I won't forget for a very long time, if ever.
Ward shot a ton of video and I don't envy the editing task he is now facing. All that any of us can hope for at this point is that he hasn't fallen into the pile of clippings and suffocated. If he does emerge out the other side, as I expect he will, you will be treated to some serious fatbike beach film candy (no pressure, Ward!)
In the meantime, here are a couple of stills to set the tone . . .
We had a pug, a muk, a fatback, a nine-o-seven and a custom. Diversity rules.
We were highly-cognizant of the fact the our fatbike mates across the pond were conducting
a similar gathering at the same time, and so it was a high priority for us to stop and conduct a toast to our brethren. A tough job, but it's un-American to shy away from this type of duty and honor. Below is just a glimpse - Ward's video will do this toast it's full justice (no pressure, Ward!). Great to hear/see that our UK friends had a great time with their get-together as well.
There was a kind of hypothetical-question-type-discussion that did take place at one point, possibly after a few beers, as to whether we would have been willing to trade some bottled sunshine for some mother's milk. Guinness is pure joy, there is no doubt, but these lovely golden rays are just the type of thing that puts the greed in greedy Americans. I'm not sure we ever resolved the question. Good thing it was only hypothetical.
One thing for sure I think, whatever side of the pond you're on: Boy, do fatbikes ever = good times.