Chance encounter with the DBD

After a ride of 450 plus miles, of which much was gravel, Chris Skogen's journey concluded in a manner commensurate with its epic nature;

 a chance encounter with 

the senior member of the mysterious DBD (more later)

We first encountered Mr Skogen Thursday morning, while on a "stupid fast"

 ride from Two Harbors

 Today, Mr Skogen looking a bit worse for wear,

a lightpost and Coke

Seems he had taken to riding with "Dutchmen,"

 sleeping on floors and eating caramel rolls. Fortunately for Mr Skogen, a big engine was coming to his rescue

With just enough fuel remaining in the tank,

 Mr Skogen made it to the MOCHA MOOSE

Where he and Dan (Big Engine) relaxed and discussed the wonders of Duluth living and the complexities of family life . . .

Out of the blue . . . two itinerant riders joined them

l. John "hey, I'm finally out here" 

-and-

r. Sheree "watch what you say or I will throw this ice at you"

Somehow they put their differences behind them,

 and we became, for a time, one big happy family

As always, all good things must come to an end . . .

 Mr Skogen and Big Engine "head on down the highway . . . "

only to encounter, in a manner befitting of a true conspiracy . . .

none other than . . . Charlie Farrow of the DBD

In a manner and fashion possible only from Mr Farrow . . . 

His bike was sporting a 700 X 23 rear tire

and a 700 X 38 front tire . . . 

While Farrow described in detail the aerodynamic efficiencies

 of such a combination

Big Engine suited up, and flipped up his shades as to not look . . . 

Of course Farrow soon proved us wrong

and demonstrated how easy it is to keep a big tire on the white line

(er . . .  almost)

As we neared the finish, we realized even 

the Sundew was on hand to commemorate

 Mr Skogen's finish

Tomorrow is the Brewhouse Triathlon, regular rides

will resume 6:00 AM, Monday morning at "the Church"