Maybe as many as 20 fun-seekers came out and rode the S.Kettle Muir loops, ala choy. We were all jealous of Julio's new team evil honkey threads. We had trail runners, grommets and three trail stewards from across the state. We rode en'mass out to downtown, where with enough coaxing the speedier gents took the lead and the rest of the rabble broke into smaller groups....fanning out to seek bike funski's throughout the Muir system. At the end of the ride Vinny warned us that someone had crashed and broken their arm and that the paramedics could be up ahead on an ATV. The real story of how the rider sustained multiple bone fractures sounds like the Kettle Gnomes are setting some diabolical traps out on the Squirrel Loop. So the dude gets a little off the trail and clips a small tree that is holding up a bigger tree that has fallen. The larger tree falls and knocks the guy off his bike, pinning his arm between his frame and the ground. According to an eyewitness account the dude's arm looked like the letter W. The Bike Patrol led the paramedics to the guy and they evac'd him out of there to the hospital. So we had emergency disco lights for most of our post-ride celebration. Kenny had the coals going by the time I got back to the car and Butch took charge of the campfire just as the moon rose on a gloriously warm and wonderful spring evening. We barbequed up some dinner and laughed our asses off.....so just like old times. Thanks to everyone that helped. It was great to see the tribe again! I think this is going to be a great year!