So I'm on my way home from Bakersfield and I get this text late yesterday from none other than Tom the Bomb stating that there is a small group doing a ride in Kernville. I had no idea who was going and being kinda the guy on the outside, I felt awkward inviting anyone to a party I wasn't throwing. I was driving home from Bakersfield where I did get two new tires for the Mini, but struck out on tires for "The Mistress" (that's the name of my Yeti). The good news is that there was a brown box sitting on my front porch when I pulled up. That could only mean my Price Point Order came early! The bad news is that I accidentally ordered the wrong Fork Oil, the good news is that new ICE TECH Rotors and Pads came in. I fixed my broken SpeedPlay Pedal, swapped out my brakes, lubed the chain, and got every thing else together for tomorrow to leave at 7:45 for Kernville. Tom the Bomb text me the time and location and it turns out we were riding with jfsh. jfsh! THE jfsh???? Holy trail blazer batman! THE JFSH! Legend has it that this guy is responsible for stuff I can't say here. So the next morning, I'm driving down the freeway and all I could say under my breath was . . . . . jfsh. . . . . . jfsh. Holy phashizzle! I'm riding with jfsh? Met Mike and Tom the Bomb at the Shell Gas Station in Kernville at 9:30. From there we were going to drive to jfish's house. He has a house? I figured he lived in some secluded cabin somewhere deep in the woods. I pictured that he was some tall lean dude with a big beard, didn't have a helmet cuz he didn't need a helmet. I figured he would be zen-like, articulate in speech, and spoke in riddles. I had never met jfish, but I had read about him on STR, saw some of his video's, he actually replied to one of my ride reports about Whiskey Flats (still hate that ride :lol: ), and now I was going to come face to face with . . . . . jfsh. Pulled up in front of a normal house where there sat a pick-up truck in the driveway and several guys talking. And there, amongst them was he . . . jfsh. Turns out he's a normal dude, extremely cool, extremely humble. He actually has the name Jeff like other people named . . . well, Jeff. Huh! So we loaded up our stuff and drove to the trails end to leave our vehicles. Jumped in the shuttle trucks and headed to the trailhead of Just Outstanding. In the parking lot, I started to really look at the other bikes. MAN they all had big forks! I looked at mine and thought geeze! My forks look like toothpicks compared to the other bikes. Then I saw that a couple of guys were breaking out full face helmets, I started hearing talk about drop offs, and rollers, and tricks, and features . . . and I thought, this isn't Cross Country Bike lingo . . . what is it? Then a light bulb went on and I looked over at Tom the Bomb and said, "What are you getting me in to?" He just smiled and said, "Don't worry, these are good guys." There was actually snow-turned-to-ice in the parking lot at the top, also, a bunch of other riders. We let them take off first as we finished getting ready. When we rolled out the first thing I noticed was jfish had his seat all the way down. I thought oh boy, that should be a clue. So I did something I have NEVER done in 24 years of riding. I stopped and lowered my seat as low as it would go. "So I did something I have NEVER done in 24 years of riding. I stopped and lowered my seat as low as it would go." Holy smokes! I felt like a rebel, like I should go get a tattoo and pick up a pack of cigarettes! I'm a Cross Country guy, they would NEVER drop their saddle (I hope I don't run into anyone I know, what if someone see's me!) So there I am, right behind jfsh, knees pointing outward as I sit peddling to the trail head of Just Outstanding. When we hit the trail, I went last. I wasn't sure what to expect with a bunch of DH'ers. Everyone is wearing Armour accept me and a guy named Derrick. Derrick was borrowing a bike from jfsh for the day. And so for the next several miles . . . I followed. But what was going through my mind was how fast I was going and how easy it was to do it. Tom the Bomb can usually just drop me if he really wants to. Not today beyatches . . . not today.