I ended my "Calling For Help" post with this statement: "One of these posts, I'll have to tell the story of the time we built a fire to fix a flat in the dark. That's a good one." Well, this would be "one of these posts".
We were riding in Dallas, OR, on land that I believe is now owned by Weyerhaeuser. There are -- or were -- a couple of really good trails with some built stunts and some good flow-y areas. The climb up into the area with the trails wasn't all the fun, but the trails themselves made it worth it.
On this particular ride, there were four of us that started -- though one dropped out on the climb in. This was T. which is notable because it was the only time in all of our years riding together that I was able to out climb him. He was kayaking and working much too much that particular spring/summer. Anyway, back to the ride. The ride itself was more or less uneventful. Fun trails, good times.
The ride out, however, proved to hold the adventure.
Once we exited the trail onto a really fast, rough gravel road we opened up and flew. A short way into the descent, however, we heard the 'bang -- psst -- psst -- psst -- psst" of a pinch flat. No problem, we had a tube. Now, by this time it was getting dark. We had taken longer than expected on the trails and one of the reasons for the flat was that we could no longer really see the details of the road. As usually happens when someone in the group flats, we stopped, got off of our bikes and watched the poor soul fix his flat.
Once the flat was fixed, we all went back to our respective bikes and got ready to finish the ride. While we watched the flat being repaired, the evening had proceeded at an alarming rate, and had any of us had lights, we would have turned them on by now. Just as we were getting ready to leave, a second rider discovers that his bike has a flat too, but didn't notice it as we were all standing around looking at flat number one. Now we were in a pickle -- we had no other spare tube. We were riding behind locked gates, so going to get the vehicle was out of the question. Walking out was, likewise, out of the question since it was miles to the vehicle.
We pooled our resources. We had a pump. We had a patch kit. We had no light. We couldn't see the hole well enough to patch it.
As an aside, after this experience, I began carrying a small keychain light.
Then, one of the guys in the group -- I believe it was flat #1 -- says, I've got matches! So, here we are in a forest, in the summer, and we decide that the best way to get out is to build a fire. On the gravel road. On, arguably, private land. We burned a map -- the only paper product we had -- to get the fire started. Once the repair was done, we put out the fire, and finished the ride "riding by braille" since the sun was officially out of the sky and it was night.