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I have been riding with Brad for the
past 12 years. I figure I am an intermediate rider who is not getting any better with age.
Over the years, Brad has been an amazing fount of wisdom and encouragement. The following
is just a small collection of his remarks.
"You can make that, Dude."
This is a common challenge uttered by Brad. He says it to anyone he happens to be riding
with at the time. It is usually made while we are sitting at the bottom of a gnarly,
rock-covered hill climb. Invariably, Jay ends up off in the bushes alongside the hill,
Paul flips his bike, and I end up stuck somewhere well below the top. After watching the
mayhem, and observing what lines to avoid, Brad motors by, sitting on the seat.
"What happened to you?"
This is a comment typically made as Brad rides back to find you coming down the trail at a
considerably slower pace than when you started. Your headlight and odometer are smashed
and your handlebars are destined to be added to your ever-increasing collection of pretzel
trophies. I am censoring the typical replies to this query.
"Don't use your brakes."
Brad used to say this all the time to his wife as she would try to negotiate a
particularly tricky creek crossing or stretch of trail. She doesn't ride anymore.
"Damn I'm cold."
The last time Brad made this statement, I had followed him up into the snow-packed trails
of Frazier Peak in Los Padres National Forest. He was wearing his new enduro jacket. I was
wearing a t-shirt. We had to stop fairly often so I could thaw my hands on my engine.
"Pay no attention to the black diamond with a squiggle sign."
This was said at Georgetown OHV. It was raining, there was snow on the surrounding peaks,
and I had about 1/2 mile on my new KDX. The trail probably didn't deserve the squiggle
symbol, but it did traverse a canyon that you didn't want to slip into. The trail was less
than 12 inches wide and metal spikes were sunk into the rock face to keep the trail in
place. Of course there was also a 3-foot high boulder that you had to hop over about
halfway along the traverse.
"I don't think you want to go down this."
This was said over his shoulder as we were on another cliffside traverse where there
definitely was not room to turn around.
"Hey, how much food ya got?"
Brad always makes sure he has enough powdered-sugar doughnuts for every morning of all our
campouts. Problem is, that is usually all he brings.
Other assorted comments:
"Dude, I need TP now."
"Did you bring your XXX special tool?"
"I think the campfire needs more gasoline."
"This trip was a success."
"Dude, it was an act of God." (Added by Editor. This, I'm sure
will be featured in an upcoming "High Sides")

Bryce
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