Oh how I wish I had been there!!! FONTFL (falling on the floor laughing) I
can just imagine his comments.
Linda
-----Original Message-----
From: Steve Largent [mailto:Bicycle4Fun@Netscape.Net]
Sent: Sunday, December 28, 2003 5:11 PM
To: crustycassette.crustycassette
Subject: Rosetti Roped but not Rumpled
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http://www.free-conversant.com/crustycassette/282
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actually a full neoprene boot on one foot and a neoprene toe cover on the
other! We did let him know that if he taught first graders, they would
likely have compassion about not finding matching shoes, but we weren't sure
about 8th graders! As we headed down the bike path toward Evans Road there
was a trace of snow and even an occasional icy spot. Yes, here in the
banana belt temps had fallen below 32 last night! However, with the warm
sun the frozen stuff was generally gone by the time we reached Evans. The
sun and the climb left everyone warm, but Corrie having received our
ridicule wanted to have matching shoes for the rest of the day, so he darted
home when we passed near it. We thought we'd follow him in and tell Linda
he'd invited us over for dinner, but she's too smart for that and was
seeking refuge from his friends in a church.
As we quickly descended Critchfield Corrie told Chris there's no problem
with going to Asotin before our lunch and picking up the late crew of riders
on time at noon. I don't check out Corrie's math and just enjoyed the ride.
As we're leaving Asotin we're met by an 80 pound boy on a bike being pulled
along by his 40 pound young dog on a longggg lease. Corrie has the lead as
the boy/dog team decides to Rope Rosetti like a Rodeo calf. When Rosetti's
about ten feet away from his fate, I scream out, "watch the cord". Watch
the cord? Why didn't I say, "look out for the lease". Anyway, Corrie's
attention is focused on the dog and boy, not the "cord", and he doesn't even
hear the warning that might have saved him from his fate. As the boy passes
passes on his left the dog goes to his right, and all three come to a sudden
halt putting some stress on the leash! Rosetti's neck was spared as they
lassoed him midsection rather than by the neck! Since Rosetti outweighs the
boy and the dog, the others had to work as a team to catch Rosetti. The dog
failed to come round Rosetti's back side, so had Rosetti been a Rodeo calf,
he would have backed out quickly and escaped, but he's not been roped as
many times as a Rodeo Calf, so that didn't happen. The father came over the
small rise just in time to see the threesome suddenly stop but oddly offered
no apology- maybe he was disappointed the boy and dog still hadn't fully
encircled Corrie with the lease. The man did help untangle the "cord" from
Rosetti's bike though. Rosetti asked him why they were riding with the dogs
leased to bikes, but all he got for an explanation was complaints about
possible enforcement of lease laws. I was still hoping the Ropped Rosetti
would receive an apology from someone as we cycled away, but just as a
cowboy doesn't apologize to a roped calf, they didn't apologize for Roping
Rosetti.
This little scene put us behind schedule so we arrived at the boat docks
about 10 minutes before noon- our scheduled 2nd departure time. What were
we to do? Skip lunch and wait, or run to lunch and be late? The decision
was easy and made easier when my companions reminded me the invite had
mentioned the lunch spot! As we arrived back at the boat docks at 12:20
there was Mike, Sean, and Carol to join us for the Lewiston Loop. They
enjoyed the Ropped Rosetti Story so much they soon quit chastising us for
being late! The 5 of us enjoyed the climb up Lindsay Creek together. Sean
and Carol headed home from Lindsay's top and the rest of us had an
uneventful return to the boat docks. With bright sunshine and almost no
wind, it was a great day to be out on the bikes!
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