Passes & Canyons Blog

There were a few brave souls who rode their bikes to the ABATE Last Brass Monkey Run on December 31, but I was not one of them. I drove.

As forecast, the high for the day was in the low 30s. More importantly, the sky to the west was very threatening. All was dry, however, until I got out west of Kipling, at which point there were a few flakes in the air.

I reached the Rock Rest just before 2, and the event was billed to run till 4, but they had already shuts the games down. Velma had to go out to her car to get the materials for me to renew my membership for another year. If I had arrived 10 minutes later I would have missed seeing everyone I know.

They did have a good turn-out, though. Nothing like the old days when they used to fill the Grizzly Rose, but by today’s standards a good healthy turn-out. But especially those who rode were turning their thoughts toward home.

And with good reason. After half an hour or so of chatting with folks I hadn’t seen for awhile I figured I’d head out and Larry and Kathy were just clearing the (now much heavier) snow off their bike, preparing to head for home in Aurora. I wished them safe riding, then got in my car and followed them out of the parking lot. I figured I’d ride along behind them for safety’s sake but then they turned a direction I hadn’t expected. It occurred to me that to get to where they live in Aurora it made more sense to take I-70, whereas I was heading east on US 285.

But as heavy as the snow was in Golden, by the time I reached Kipling it was all dry, so it probably wasn’t all that bad for them. Just cold–darn cold. Yeah, they’re more hard core than me.

So we’re finally done with 2021. Here’s hoping 2022 is a lot better for almost everyone.

Biker Quote for Today

Every time people find out I ride a motorcycle they freak out and tell me about some time that someone they know got in an accident. I don’t get it. I don’t go around telling pregnant women that my dad left.