Bike Cornucopia

write up provided by Lee Duncan aka Sonic Boom.  In a previous life Lee, as a soldier during WW I discovered Rin Tin Tin - the first Dog of silent movies.  ( Google it you will find this to be true)

From wikpedia
The first of the line (c. September 10, 1918 – August 10, 1932) was one of a litter of shell-shocked pups found by American serviceman Lee Duncan in a bombed-out dog kennel in Lorraine, France, less than two months before the end of World War I. When Duncan found him on September 15, he was still blind and nursing.^[1]
The two pups from the litter that Duncan kept were named for woollen dolls called Rintintin and Nénette that French children gave to the American soldiers as good luck charms. Duncan returned to the USA with them at war's end. Rin Tin Tin settled at his home in Los Angeles, California, though Nénette had earlier died.^[2] Rin Tin Tin was a dark sable color and had very dark eyes.
Nicknamed Rinty by his owner, the dog learned tricks and could leap great heights. He was filmed making a 11-foot leap at a dog show by Duncan's acquaintance Charles Jones, who had just developed a slow-motion camera. Seeing his dog being filmed, Duncan became convinced Rin Tin Tin could become the next Strongheart. He later wrote, "I was so excited over the motion-picture idea that I found myself thinking of it night and day."^[3]



The Thorns N Roses want to give Thanks to Lee Duncan for his continued service in finding and promoting screen plays to this blog and to have also discovered one of Americas best big screen artists know to all as Rin Tin Tin.

Now for Lee's newest screen play
Bike Cornucopia

Thorns
Nick
Travis
David Bridenbaugh – Mr. Bridenbaugh
Steve Cope - Captn Carbon
Lee Duncan - Sonic Boom
Jim Cobb – The Rabbit – another regular member of the leadership group for the Thorns N Roses.
Elise Cobb – Popsicle, The Beast

It was a nice Saturday morning for giving thanks; a special holiday honoring the early cycling settlers and a time to enjoy a special harvest feast of visceral lipids.

There were a few less than a cycling dozen ready to hit the proverbial cycling trail.  But first we attacked the challenge of the day, which was, where in the heck are we going?

The Wampanoag cycling tribe huddled together to come to some decision and it was decided that the crew would head out of Preston, then sail the "Velo Mayflower" through Cary West, 751, Hume Olive, Old US 1, Beaver Creek and then Holland Chapel to home.

Upon making this decision and uniformly committed to be free of couch potato persecution, the Brueggers Plymough colony headed off.  The separatists were in good spirits and commenced merriment.  Upon entering the New World of Cary West, it became increasing clear that they had not properly planned/prepared for the early onset of winter.  This was further demonstrated by the high degree of cooperation to keep warm against the assailing winds.  Not even the silver buckled Captn Cope sprinted for county lines during this phase.

At mile marker 17, the cycling settlers moved due East, seeking the unNorthern Passage through Hume Olive.  This is where the wheels came off the ship.  Mr Bridenbaugh fueled from a morning feeding of Frosted Flakes (I wish I were kidding) hit the escape hatch and headed for the Old US 1 finish line.  Others tried to follow and where met by resistance, specifically exponential levels of wind resistance at the committed rate of speed.  Another explorer known as Jim "Martin Frobisher" Cobb led another equally important conquest across the Hume Olive divide.  The cycling friends who joined him were in thanks at the US 1 Stop Sign for surviving the long arduous journey.  

After spending some time among the indigenous people of Apex it was time for the gang to head back for Black Saturday and Sunday religious affairs.  Leading the Turkey Trot home was Jim "Martin Frobisher" Cobb, accompanied by the resilient and determined Popsicle Beast dba Elise Cobb.

On this final journey home to Plymouth Plantation, the Father / Son team of Nick and Travis served up a huge serving of Stuffing and were gracious to let the group come back for Seconds.

Nearly home and everyone sickened from the elements, Captn Cope broke the Mayflower Compact and sprinted for the county line in victory.  All the colonists rejoiced in the playful match of the day.

Overall, the ride served as a Cornucopia of fun and sport, with Team Thorn finishing out the day's journey at 52 miles with a 18.5 MPH pace.