Monthly Archives: August 2010

ER Monday Ride report (late edition).


The Mayan Calendar comes to an end on December 21st 2012. Some prophesy this as the end of days; the Bible calls it Armageddon; some as the birth of the Golden Age.

I too have been marking similar auspicious astrological timekeeping. A moment approaches which will create a gaping yawn in the space/time continuum; a tumultuous plunge into the unknown;  a schism of transformation and/or devastation on a scale never before seen or even contemplated by Humankind……… 2 more sleeps………than…………

Bullet gets his license back.

(Please note that Humble Scribe is referring to himself in the 3rd person for the purposes of gravitas.)

To mark the imminent end of the world as we know it, the 6 Riders of the Apocalypse –

  • Satnav
  • Teflon
  • Chippo
  • Goose
  • Andy Schleck
  • Le Bullet

set off in the burning dawn, riding with the ancestral intensity that is their birth right; a pilgrimage following  in the steps of the Odysseus, the Knights Templar, and Cliffie Young……………… the Holy Commute.

Goose tempered the steel of his constitution with a 3 day preparation involving physical self – abuse beyond the tolerances of most men, wining and wassailing himself to the point of collapse, but doing so for the future of our world – thank you Goose.

Teflon showed up twice in one week – proving that lightning does strike twice, moons do turn blue and certain bovine species can grow wings – Teflon, we salute you.

The fear was palpable for Andy Schleck, whose leggings reflected his inner dread by retreating north, revealing ankles with the pallor of one who has stared Destiny in the face  but held firm – Bravo Andy.

Chippo, fearing that his trusty flat bar steed may spook and flee, planned the contingency for the return journey across the River Styx,  through the Gates of Hades on foot – yea, running as Frodo and his trusty manservant Tony “Samwise Gamgee” Rabobbank did across the larva spumed wastelands of Mordor – Gods speed Chippo and Tony.

Satnav took the indigenous approach – smearing his ride in earth and ochre to obscure it from view, thence gliding wraith like southward to Doom or Glory – Hail Satnav.

These 6 Soldiers of Fortune have held true in the aftermath of the Hard Nutters of July, hearts of steel, legs of iron,  minds of porridge.

Brace yourselves, friends, for there is no telling what awaits us. Two more sleeps:

  • I hear the Hounds of Destiny baying at the Gates of Oblivion
  • I hear the clarion trumpets of the Messengers of the Lord
  • I can hear the drums, Fernando.

SHB 6pm, then unleash Hell……

Bullet (Le).