You probably didn’t know that sometimes my bike and I like to ride to the base of one of Greg-world’s major mountains, then go off-road to climb up to the summit. It’s true, we do. Here is a photo-documentary of our most recent mountain climbing expedition.
I must admit, all that ice-biking and igloo-building was a lot of work, and that extra effort caused me to oversleep. As every mountain climber worth his ice axe knows, you’ve got to get to the summit and turn back before the afternoon winds and storms move in. With that thought in mind, I roused myself and hopped on my bike for the final assault on the summit. I was up for it.
Unfortunately, The Reckless Mr. Bing Bong was NOT up for it. Despite my amazing pedaling power, my bike just gave up half-way up the snowy north face of Mount Impossible.
I wasn’t going to let my climbing partner down though. I threw him over my shoulder and CARRIED the little guy all the way to the top.
Hi. My name is Greg and I ride my bike a lot. That is to say, I ride my bike almost every day. I go on long rides and short rides. Sunny rides, cloudy rides, and rainy rides. I like commuting, errand-running, day-tripping, overnighting, and touring on my bike. I ride on city streets, highways, gravel, single track, and snow with equal enthusiasm. Sometimes I ride fast and sometimes I ride slow. I try to keep my feet on the pedals at stop lights and I do not dismount when I hop up on a curb. I have a roadie bike, a mountain bike and a touring bike. I try to accept any challenge a bike ride can throw at me without complaint. But I don't like bugs.
12 response to "The Reckless Mr. Bing Bong and I Climbed a Really Huge Mountain"
What an adventure!
That is one well built snug igloo.
As to the last photo’s caption . . . . .
Well! I Never!!
There was no choice but to turn you in to the MSPCB (Minnesota Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Bicycles)
The black Suburbans should be arriving at your place any minute now
Dey gonna take you ‘way in Handcuffs and leave YOU on an icy mountain peak!
I just can’t BELEIVE you did that! Sheese!! 😉
Please don’t report me to the MSPCB. I’m already on probation with them for many previous offenses.
Well, if you surely didn’t leave the Surly up there, I will reconsider . . . . .
I didn’t leave him up there, I swear. I’ll prove it in my next post. I’m a believer in what you said somewhere along the line, “Leave no climbing partner nor bike behind.”
As I hear it, the bones of scores of hardy adventurers are strewn about the flanks of Mt
Impossible. The Widowmaker, some call it.
You’re the only person I know who has scaled its treacherous flanks and lived to tell the story. Wow. I’m in awe.
Ah yes, I see you’re familiar with that terrible mountain. Climbers can talk all they want about the difficulty of Everest or K2, but most of them have never tackled Mount Impossible. (Nor have they even HEARD of it.) By the way, I just edited my story to include a picture of one of the other dangers of Mount Impossible. I don’t know how I forgot to include that harrowing ordeal.
In California we perform songs of praise about your amazing ascent of Mount Impossible. But we’re not sure Simon & Garfunkel sang “He ain’t heavy, he’s my brother.”
Ya know, when I wrote this, I was positive it was a Simon & Garfunkle song. Then, the instant I saw your message, The Hollies came into my head. I don’t know how I made such a glaring error, but I’m not going to correct it. That way, all the millions of Cycle365ers can see how much of a doofus I am.
I feel like I am equally a doofus because I immediately knew it was the Hollies, not Paul & Art. I should probably find better things on which to expend my dwindling supply of brain cells.
That two-B Mr. Bing Bong takes you to some challenging places, and there you leave him on a mountain top all alone. For shame. But he knew, I knew, we all knew you would go back for home.
We may get some snow this week and maybe even a half an inch in places. The rain this week is making up for that.
Reckless by name reckless by nature.
I await your next post to tell me that was not the end of your story…