I'm getting these all out of order now, and I don't have any pictures (which is too bad in this case). So shoot me.
Matt, Evan, Davef, and I went for it on the Shoreline in spite of the drizzly conditions. Steve drove up to the trailhead and shook his head in disgust before driving away. His loss :) We grunted our way up the slippery track to the top of the Whoop-dee-doos and whizzed back down - everyone swallowing mud along the way. Dave and Matt took turns riding the muck with their faces, and then we spent the next two hours hosing our bikes in Matt's driveway.
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