Double D Death Ride Report

As a fitting double bachelor party (Double D = Doug & Dan) we set up a riding trip up in the Greenhorn Mountain range near Lake Isabella. The instructions were simple and clear: we were going to ride difficult single track and to "bring what you need to survive."

Death Riders came from as far as Florida, San Jose, and San Diego and even as close as Bakersfield. Thanks to those who did the cooking, the clean-up, and arranged the lodging to keep us alive.

The ride was epic and it was great hanging out with everyone. Old friends, new friends. It was a true "stone groove my man."

With so many riders we staged in 3 groups: Team Whales Vagina (rent "Anchorman"), Team Green, and Team Spleen (Ed lost his spleen).

22 riders, 80 miles of single track, no injuries, no one got lost, no mechanical failures.
An RV, a Jeep, a Rhino.
No damage to either cabin.
One lost eyebrow. (Doug says pay back's a bitch)





The Cowboy slipped this actual ball-n-chain on Doug's ankle. I mean it was an ACTUAL ball-n-chain. Classic.
Banana hat.
The Cowboy got his name for sleeping outside like the Marlboro man. Here he continues that tradition. (Ironically he's actually part American Indian).
View of Keyesville and Lake Isabella in the background.
Nice spot to cool the jets.
Another view of Lake Isabella.
80 miles of this.
The grass was brown, but the wildflowers were in full bloom.


This was the only high speed fire road section. Not technically challenging, but beautiful.
I think it was Bob Hannah who said, "you can't crash if your hand is still on the grip!" Kurtis holds on.
From rolling hills dotted with oaks to pine forests and snow, we covered all types of terrain and scenery.

While the Rhino and the Jeep couldn't make it on the single track, they did have epic adventures of their own.
Bruno put his Jeep here. What did you do this weekend?
Uni-brow.
This sign was hanging in the Greenhorn Grill, a fitting testament to our weekend of surviving The Double D Death Ride.