6/29/2011
By: C. Kent, aka (Superman)


Mr. Big puts out a hit on the Squirrel and Moose



What a great day for a bike ride and what a beautiful morning in Southern California. What we didn’t realize was there was a spy plot to eliminate two of our riders that have been living in our area under witness protection for several years. The discovery of the plot was almost more than I can talk about. I will admit I got to the parking lot and was prepared to award the monthly trophy without a worry in my head.

Raptor had pulled up with his grandson and we took a picture with him when I received a call from the CIA saying a call had been intercepted between Mr. Big and Boris Badonoff and Natasha Fatally. They were told they had to find a way to get rid of Rocky and Bullwinkle. Long ago the two American heroes had been sent to Hemet to hide from Mr. Big and only a few people knew their new names. I had to watch carefully as we rode down Gilmore and crossed over to Kirby on Acacia. Only I and Rocky knew who we were protecting. We didn’t know that Boris had replaced one of our friends with a double in order to do his evil bidding.


As we moved towards Cypress I was pretty comfortable with the 17 other rides in our group. There was nothing suspicious about T-3 and Highlander even if they have been rather aggressive lately. Attack Cat, Vortex, Cossack and Rocket (opps I hope that doesn’t give anything away) were the next group back. Gambler, Surgeon, D’Artagnon, Wolf and Warden followed in the next group. Dura-max, CycoBob and Ocelot were followed by Full Throttle, Jack Rabbit and his two brothers. At that point I felt comfortable as we rounded the corner onto Cypress heading towards Johnston.

I started to look over my shoulder as we moved onto Sanderson and make the left towards the Airport. I took the lead and pulled the group all the way to the airport and then out onto Stetson. As we headed towards Warren I started to wonder how the spy might try to destroy Rocky and the Moose. Then I came to me, the plan was to run us into the ground and watch as we lay gasping for breath on the side of the road like goldfish on the floor.

I continued to pull all the way to California and then up to Stowe. My worry was that some smart spy might have visited the museum, at the bottom of the boat ramp by Diamond Valley Lake, and realize that the ancient Himitonian Indians translated Bullwinkle into Clark and that Rocky was short for Rocket. I had to find a way to smoke the mechanic for Boris out. About that time The A group pulled around me and sprinted for Winchester at a breakneck speed with Cossack running as good as I have ever seen him run. I got suspicious and developed a plan at the same time

I decided to split the group knowing that if my suspicions were correct the mechanic would have to choose a group and if he looked out of place I would know who he was. The split took place at Leon with the A group heading straight and the B group turning to head for Simpson and then up to McCall. Highlander attacked me a time or two but not enough to run me into the ground so I knew the spy must be with the A group and that Rocket, I mean Rocky was in danger. The B group made it to Bradley first but had to stop to refresh and regroup. While we waited I saw the A group come flying down the hill towards the light at Bradley. To my surprise and I will admit my pleasure I saw D’Artagnon, Gambler and Cossack hit the light first followed by Rocket and then Attack Cat. Gambler and D’Artagnon told me that Cossack pushed them hard enough up the hill to almost kill them and I knew who the spy was. I also knew he didn’t recognize Rocky and that we had dodged a bullet. As we worked our way to Jack in the Box Cossack gave up and headed for home. Boris had failed again

After coffee and conversation those of us that had stopped got ready to head back to Hemet and home. We were down a few riders with some leaving early for appointments. The A group formed early and most of the remaining riders went with them. Rocket, Gambler, D’Artagnon, Surgeon, Jack Rabbit and Warden slowly pulled away and headed for the saddle. Wolf broke off before Lindenburger.

The B group was taking it a bit easier but not all that far behind as we closed in on Lindenburger and got ready to attack the Saddle ourselves. I looked back to see Highlander, T-3, CycoBob, Full Throttle, his son and Vortex. Not a bad sized group for the homeward part of the ride. We quickly made back to Sanderson and headed north towards Stetson. We lost Full Throttle and his son by the High School and T-3 at Johnston while Highlander, CycoBob, Vortex and I headed for Lowes and home.

It is always a short run down Acacia from Lowes to Kirby and then to Gilmore. It was just a short run to Florida and then back to Burger King where Warden and Surgeon were still talking. We stayed and talked for a few minutes before I took off for home myself. It was good to know my secret hadn’t been found out by Boris or his agent and it was good to get in another 38 miles on a perfect day.