Dude! Can you come and get me? I think I need stiches… Again!

Poor Chad! The title above is the last words that I heard from him today. He was on the phone with one of his friends here in Marquette, Mi.

Chad Landowski went to high school with my oldest daughter Ali. He now lives in Marquette, and goes to school there. Marquette has fantastic mountain biking. Chad is a mountain bike freak. Chad works at Trek in the summer, helping Dwayne build trails on our property. His heart belongs in Marquette and on a mountain bike. Unfortunately, for Chad he rides with more gusto than he sometimes has skill. He has no shortage of heart…that is for sure.

We have been riding all week here, and Chad joined us today for a ride. He fell at least 3 times – hard, during a 3 hour ride. The first was a stiff washout in a turn. The 2nd time was by clipping a tree with his handlebar and ending up far down the side of the hill. The 3rd time was the charm though. He did, who knows what, and rag dolled down the hillside in the rockiest and toughest section on the whole ride today. Bad luck.

Chad, after the 3rd accident. Getting ready to head to the clinic for some stiches.

Dean also crashed hard today. Yep, those are tire tracks.

Doug from Vio sport rocked the Session around the XC trails

Room filled with fun.

Motly crew. Looking over towards Marquette Mountain, which we would love to be riding on.

We spent 3 great riding days at Marquette. The trails there rock. The local crew has done an amazing job with them. Every time I come up here they get better.

To celebrate a great work week, we went out to dinner at what turned out to be the best restaurant in Marquette. L’attitude is great food with a great atmosphere – right down by the lake. Then, we went to the beach and built a fire and sat around telling stories. There was lots of laughter, too much beer drank, a football tossed, people wrestling on the beach (yep, very high school I know), Riley telling masturbation stories (another story in itself).

What was really funny with it was the police showing up at about 10:30, with a complete camera crew in tow, and kicking us out. I think they thought they were going to be busting up a bunch of underage drinkers, and that was maybe what the film crew was for?…I do not know. That shuffled us over to Flanigans bar for some Karaoke.

Yep, I rocked the Journey. Don’t stop believing baby!