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iMTB Hooligan
So there I was, surfing the 'net and watching a late season Palm Cyn run form and go before my eyes. The Bomb squad was lining up the B-17s to do a strategic, daylight, precision bombing run over Schweinfurt...I mean Palm Springs. My day was planned to be driving to LAX to pick up some friends from China-who was gonna have more fun?
Well, my commitment was relieved and I was free to join the squad on a perilous run through the needle-studded pylons of Palm Cyn.
After the prerequisite early morning driving and shuttling, a group of 5 was formed and the ride was on. @Tom the Bomb, @DangerDirtyD, Lenny, @mike, and myself. After clearing some smoke from the cockpit, we dropped in from the upper spot on Palm Dr.(?). Cool temps, slight winds, and rolling cloud cover to keep us undercover, while the rain was being held back by San Jacinto and his friends.
The trail was moist, tacky and fast, and TTB pilotted the Squad through the cholla like the Zen master he is.
Then it happened. Boom! Direct flak hit on B-17 #3, just as we crossed the German border-I mean when it was getting real good. @mike had taken damage to his chainring and was out of the game. No fixing this one, as @mike bailed behind enemy lines and made his way to safety with the help of the French Resistance, Xavier. Still don't know why he had to hide in a brothel, but the stop in Amsterdam was necessary.
We carried on in the face of mounting resistance and darkening clouds. Wounded warriors from other squadrons littered the trailside. The long run down to the Wash kept us on our toes and wondering about our fallen comrade. The Wash was as good as it gets for a 3 mile sand slog with 1000ft of elevation gain.
The singletrack climb up to Hahns was the undoing of another in our airwing. @DangerDirtyD took small arms fire on a low strafing run and B-17 #5 was shot down with a failed freehub. The chainless warrior limped down the Dunn road back to England, and was picked up by SAR near Carl's Jr.-on the coast near Dover.
Our bombs found their target and Nazi ball bearings were scattered across the countryside. Our 3 remaining pilots made a run for home across the desert and down Wild Horse and the Goat trails without further incident.
Despite the casualties, the mission was a complete success and the Bomb Squad lives to ride another day.
Well, my commitment was relieved and I was free to join the squad on a perilous run through the needle-studded pylons of Palm Cyn.
After the prerequisite early morning driving and shuttling, a group of 5 was formed and the ride was on. @Tom the Bomb, @DangerDirtyD, Lenny, @mike, and myself. After clearing some smoke from the cockpit, we dropped in from the upper spot on Palm Dr.(?). Cool temps, slight winds, and rolling cloud cover to keep us undercover, while the rain was being held back by San Jacinto and his friends.
The trail was moist, tacky and fast, and TTB pilotted the Squad through the cholla like the Zen master he is.
Then it happened. Boom! Direct flak hit on B-17 #3, just as we crossed the German border-I mean when it was getting real good. @mike had taken damage to his chainring and was out of the game. No fixing this one, as @mike bailed behind enemy lines and made his way to safety with the help of the French Resistance, Xavier. Still don't know why he had to hide in a brothel, but the stop in Amsterdam was necessary.
We carried on in the face of mounting resistance and darkening clouds. Wounded warriors from other squadrons littered the trailside. The long run down to the Wash kept us on our toes and wondering about our fallen comrade. The Wash was as good as it gets for a 3 mile sand slog with 1000ft of elevation gain.
The singletrack climb up to Hahns was the undoing of another in our airwing. @DangerDirtyD took small arms fire on a low strafing run and B-17 #5 was shot down with a failed freehub. The chainless warrior limped down the Dunn road back to England, and was picked up by SAR near Carl's Jr.-on the coast near Dover.
Our bombs found their target and Nazi ball bearings were scattered across the countryside. Our 3 remaining pilots made a run for home across the desert and down Wild Horse and the Goat trails without further incident.
Despite the casualties, the mission was a complete success and the Bomb Squad lives to ride another day.