On a cold forsaken night-ride ages ago the members of Night of the Rusting Frame were out for a little fun. Half-way through the ride disaster struck in the form of a freak blizzard (Kind of like Gilligan's island, but without the boat and not in the ocean, okay so it's not so much like Gilligan's island). As the storm worsened peoples bikes began to get lost off the sides of the trail into steep, treacherous ravines. One by one bikes dissapeared and people began to climb onto each others handlebars in order to get a ride out. By the time the ride was over only two bikes remained, but thankfully everyone was okay. The next morning we awoke feeling cold and drained and we agreed never to speak of that night again... that is until now. This summer several rusty frames were left in the yards of members of Night of the Rusting Frame. You guessed it, the very same frames of the bikes that were lost on that terrible night. While we suspect some people would have been prone to pants wetting or a desire to get rid of the rusty frames as quickly as possible, we chose to face the frames head on. We got back together and decided it was time to night ride again. So we named our team after  the night that spawned those rusty old frames and entered 24 Hours of Moab. Some might call us brave or valiant or perhaps just dedicated bikers, but most people just call us stupid and/or lazy. Either way we're back and ready to ride (I'd say at least 2 laps each). So watch out Moab here we come.