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Roadie

Trad climber
Bishop, Ca
Topic Author's Original Post - Dec 23, 2012 - 03:40pm PT
The day starts out well enough, crisp, clear blue skies… the first nice day in a long time. The thought of spending it in the warehouse, filling orders, shipping off packs that other people will stuff with their dreams seems dismal. It doesn’t take much convincing to get me to blow it off.

The day, it turns out, is a traitor. Micah and I huddle under a cold, gray sky on The Naked Edge, the wind intent on blowing us from our perch. Like I said, we’re playing hooky, him from school, me from my mind numbing job.

“I gotta pee,” he grunts, fighting his harness and his fly. It seems to be taking him an unusually long time to get on with it.

“Having trouble finding it?” I ask, unable to resist.

‘No, I know where it is,” he moans, approaching critical mass. “I just can’t get to it through Lynn’s underwear!”

I step away from him, as far as the small ledge will allow. Its not the splash factor; we’ve climbed together a lot, peed on each other more than once. Suddenly, however, I’m having serious doubts about the future of this relationship.

Maybe I should explain: he’s house sitting for Lynn Hill, I’m helping. My job is to make sure nobody sneaks in and steals the couch in the middle of the night. I take the job seriously, if anyone takes the couch, they’re getting me with it.

Over the past month Micah, his girlfriend Amelia and I have all slowly been going nuts writing our papers. Mine is for Alpinist, its about hanging out in Cochise Stronghold with my dog and this bimbo I used to date. It draws heavily on the history of the area- the Apache in general and Geronimo in particular.

Micah’s paper is for school, Asian history. The first sentence of Micah’s paper reads: Genghis Khan conquered the world in girls underwear. I’m not making any of this up.

“Roadie,” he said to me last night as he took up space on my couch, (well, ok, Lynn’s couch) “I bet my paper could beat up my paper.”
I looked up from my laptop, fixed my eyes on him menacingly and said in a cold, hard voice, “Micah, my paper would kick your papers ass.”

The argument escalated, "Dude, my papers got Mongrel Hordes!”

“Micah,” I explained, “My papers got guns.”

Amelia chimed in, “What about my paper, it’s pretty bad ass!”

The argument stopped. Micah and I looked at each other, looked at Amelia and began to laugh. “Amelia,” he said, “our papers would eat up your paper like cup-cakes.”

Amelia’s paper is on John Wesley Powell. She stomped out of the room, angry and hurt. Micah and I continued to laugh, wiping tears from out eyes.

So here we are, freezing on The Naked Edge, dodging wind-blown golden drops. Micah in Lynn’s underwear, me in none at all. Finally, curiosity gets the better of me.

“So Micah, what are you doing with Lynn’s underwear?”

He looks at me, begins as if explaining something to an exceptionally dull-witted child. “It’s like this: if Genghis Khan could conquer the world in girl’s underwear I thought maybe I could conquer The Red Garden Wall in Lynn’s. Its not like she’s just -any girl.”

Maybe he’s on to something here I think as he sends the crux pitch and I pop off of it. Twice.

By the next night white stuff is falling out of the sky like crazy. Delightful. Micah and Amelia go out to dinner, that cheap Vietnamese place on 22nd Street, the one by the laundry mat. This is my chance. I tell my dog, Oula, to guard the couch as I creep into the bedroom. It doesn’t take long to locate the drawer, the top one on the left. I pick the black ones, no lace. I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror before I get my Carhartts back on. I don’t really feel comfortable discussing all the feelings that evokes so we’ll just skip that part…

On the way out the door I remind Oula to guard the couch. She looks up, yawns and goes back to sleep. I leave the house with every confidence she’ll do as good a job as me.

The gym is packed with all the usual muscle-bound twenty-something’s. Tthese guys don’t have six-packs, they’re packing cases. I do a few quick warm-ups to get used to the rather, uh, constricting feeling of my new secret weapon then, nonchalantly amble over to my nemesis, the much feared and coveted Blue Route. You know the one: steep crimpers, dyno to the little pinchy thing, figure four off the squirrel, bump to the pelvic bone, left foot flags off the plywood thingie, then campus through the blobs… sounds simple right? Fifty feet to glory!

People stand in stunned silence as I lower to the padded floor. I hear whispers of: “Holy shit!” and “Who is that guy?”

After a subtle equipment readjustment I pack my things and leave. On the way home I get to thinking: I might be on to something here. I know a lot of guys--- well, few at least--- who would pay good money for a secret weapon like this. I wonder if Lynn’s still got the ones she wore on The
Nose.

Thank you
SteveSeats
Michelle

Trad climber
Toshi's Station, picking up power converters.
Dec 23, 2012 - 03:49pm PT
awesome.
Brandon-

climber
The Granite State.
Dec 23, 2012 - 03:51pm PT
I always got a kick out of the accompanying painting.

Thanks for sharing.
The Larry

climber
Moab, UT
Dec 23, 2012 - 03:54pm PT
Roadie, this is your second story about wearing ladies panties. Are you trying to tell us something?

Another great one BTW.
D'Wolf

climber
Dec 23, 2012 - 03:56pm PT
Nice...but does Lynn know?
Michelle

Trad climber
Toshi's Station, picking up power converters.
Dec 23, 2012 - 04:02pm PT
She does now.
zBrown

Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
Dec 23, 2012 - 04:07pm PT
so of course ... does she care?

anyway, entertaining story - moth worthy


All this is a way of telling you that “The Moth” is one of my simple pleasures in life. It’s a podcast and a show from NPR, and it’s taken from the popular storytelling series in New York City and other places. Basically, you go to a Moth show, get up on stage, and tell a story without notes. It could be hilarious, like one I heard recently about a couple fighting and falling back in love in Italy. It could be heartbreaking, like the one I just listened to Saturday about a father trying to get over the death of his daughter right before childbirth.

Moth stories educate, entertain, and basically remind me how you really can learn something from every person you meet. Some of these tales are five minutes; others last for 20.

But all of them leave you richer for having heard them, because hearing about someone else’s life experience can only inform yours.


SteveW

Trad climber
The state of confusion
Dec 23, 2012 - 10:04pm PT

Um, wow.
this just in

climber
north fork
Dec 23, 2012 - 10:27pm PT
Shelby is pretty badass and he practices the same method.

Mighty Hiker

climber
Vancouver, B.C.
Dec 23, 2012 - 10:31pm PT
According to DNA testing, after only eight centuries, something like 8% of the male population of Asia is descended from Temujin - Genghis Khan - or at least him and his family.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Descent_from_Genghis_Khan

Kind of makes you rethink the black lace undies, eh?
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Dec 23, 2012 - 10:38pm PT
http://www.textilehistory.org/MojudHosiery.html


Credit: GI
You ought to have one of these on your desk, several sizes for sale. Scissors would solve one problem. Visits with a shrink might help with certain others.

What was Largo wearing when he decked? I hate to think.
GDavis

Social climber
SOL CAL
Dec 24, 2012 - 12:25am PT
haha awesome steve :) thanks.

I'll bet the elastic got F*#KED up, unless you moonlight as Tinkerbell.

Look forward to your peice on cochise stronghold. Make sure to reference the 2nd amendment, abortion and the Kardashians in the title, Alpinist will appreciate it I'm sure.
GDavis

Social climber
SOL CAL
Dec 24, 2012 - 12:25am PT
THEY AIN'T LADIES PANTIES WHEN YOU'RE WEARING THEM LARRY!

They become manties.
Fritz

Trad climber
Choss Creek, ID
Dec 24, 2012 - 12:32am PT
Roadie! I love yur story!

Duuuude!

It's the pantie bomb!
RyanD

climber
Squamish
Dec 24, 2012 - 03:28am PT
Roadie, haha seriously. Your stories make my day every time. You need to write a book of short stories my man. I'd buy it.
nopantsben

climber
Dec 24, 2012 - 06:00am PT
yeah these stories are amazing. the best. you should publish them in a book!
more please!
neebee

Social climber
calif/texas
Dec 24, 2012 - 07:58am PT
hey there say, roadie...


oh my, and oh my, again... kind of like a superman-suit, i reckon...

and as to michelle's qoute:

She does now

;)


say, and to zbrown:

part of your quote THE LAST PART:

Moth stories educate, entertain, and basically remind me how you really can learn something from every person you meet. Some of these tales are five minutes; others last for 20.

But all of them leave you richer for having heard them, because hearing about someone else’s life experience can only inform yours

i've tried to get the grandkids to have a 'go at that type of fast story-on-the-run'... at tea time...

it is amazing the things they share... good simple fun.. and then othertimes, as you noted--heavy things to pray about and time to give hugs...


thanks for sharing...
and--all this drawn out from drawers, from a drawer,
by a climbing 'drawing' a drawn-out-picture of the power of lynn's underwear, :)
Rhodo-Router

Gym climber
sawatch choss
Dec 24, 2012 - 08:05am PT
Hilarious, Roadie.

Have I read this somewhere else before? Alpinist maybe?

Fish Finder

Social climber
THE BOTTOM OF MY HEART
Dec 24, 2012 - 09:30am PT



Hanging from the


Miss L toe


great holiday share
Ezra Ellis

Trad climber
WA, & NC & Idaho
Dec 24, 2012 - 09:54am PT
Awesome, Lynn is prolly a bit creaped out now!
Big Mike

Trad climber
BC
Dec 24, 2012 - 12:05pm PT
Awesome Steve! Lol thanks a lot!
Roadie

Trad climber
Bishop, Ca
Topic Author's Reply - Dec 24, 2012 - 01:54pm PT
Again thanks to everyone for your warm feedback.
A few things I should clear up, for the record:
Larry, I never wore Lyzz’s undies, that would be weird!
Those who alluded to seeing it before, correct, Alpinist #6 I think, maybe #8. Something like that.
And lastly, an epilog:
I ran into Lynn about two years after this little thingie was first printed. I was lowering off a route in The City of Rocks. I touched down and there was Lynn, arms akimbo, giving me that look. -Oh oh!
“So Roadie,” she said. “I want my underwear back.”
I kind of cowered.
She was hanging out with my old friend Ace and we climbed together for the next few days. On our last night Ace offered to buy dinner at that little bar in Almo, I offered to drive and off we went, Ace and I in the front, Lynn and Owen in the back of my van.
It’s odd but since that night the red Santa Claus boxers my mom sent me last Christmas have been MIA.
Odd. I like to think she’s using then for a head band, or maybe a pillowcase…
SS
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Dec 24, 2012 - 01:58pm PT
You and fucnkin' Norwegian and yer pillows!

The Hills are alive with the sound of ripping farts

These drawers are alive with...oh sh#t oh dear

What have we here? :O )

Little "roadies?" Yeck!
Mark Hudon

Trad climber
Hood River, OR
Dec 24, 2012 - 02:16pm PT
Awesome story!
mikeyschaefer

climber
Yosemite
Dec 24, 2012 - 02:24pm PT
Hey Steve- didn't Micah also write a story about the underwear? I think I remember him reading it to me sometime.
melski

Trad climber
bytheriver
Jan 10, 2013 - 06:03pm PT
thing about the human experience is you can never get enough money or power,,once Lynn gets over her first wave of somesort of emotion,she;ll be glad to do some autographing,,,
Dingus Milktoast

Gym climber
And every fool knows, a dog needs a home, and...
Jan 10, 2013 - 06:09pm PT
roadie I hadn't seen this. I'm humbled by your wardrobe, Sir. An OUTSTANDING (yes I am shouting) tr!

DMT
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