|The Batalion sans sleep deprivation|
Incidentally, before anyone gets on me about the spelling of battalion on the jerseys, I used one of the flags of the original Mormon battalion for art work and most of them weren't horribly well educated. Our name was chosen mainly because Carlton pitched this originally to 3 Mormon's that he happened to know and hooked 2 of us. I thought the selection of the name "Mormon Batalion" for the team was catchy and signed on. Now, before you point out the fact we had a 4 man team and I mentioned only 3, being a bunch of Mormons (one of whom is a Bishop so no sneaky stuff was allowed from the other two), our team needed a designated drinker and someone to down coffee to keep us all awake and so Steve was brought on board.
|Carlton, Steve, and Curt heading up 68th/College|
The "Target" for this Fleche/French Arrow was Boulder's in Tempe. Our route was going to do a Robin Hood and bounce our arrow off a bunch of stuff in a loop before it hit the target unlike the other team which was going to shoot at it straight from the Grand Canyon. Our team met at Boulder's. By the time we got our receipts and collected together it was 11 and we were officially behind schedule. On the other hand, we had chosen the minimum distance because I haven't done anything longer than a 200k this year and most of my rides before this were in the 40 mile range. So assuming we didn't have too many issues and rode at any sort of a comfortable speed, we had plenty of time. Even so with the city traffic and lights and such we got to the first control a little closer to the closing time than we would have liked.
|Curt and amusing roadside decor courtesy creative roadside landowner mad at the the city of Scottsdale.|
|Your's truly and Curt heading up to Pinnacle Peak|
|Carlton and Steave in Fountain Hills|
|Heading out to the Beeline|
|The three Amigos or the Tres friends.|
|Steve near Saguaro Lake|
|Getting ready to drop to the Salt River|
|Water Stop at Usery Pass visitor center.|
|old paint at the hitchin post|
|Steve and the Superstitions after sunset|
|Curt fixes a flat on a cold morning.|
At the edge of Chandler we turned to Steve to guide us safely through the traffic of Tempe to help us make a safe arrival at Boulder's moments before team Grand Canyon showed up to join us for a wonderful breakfast and blow our minds with their awesome pants.
|Paul , Curt, Steve, and Carlton|