To say that today’s 2.5 hour ride on gravel and dirt roads was better than Saturday’s 35 minute cluster-fornication would be an understatement. Even having to trail behind The Keeper of The Gravel for 5 minutes while they graded some fresh gravel, didn’t damper the joy of FINALLY getting out on the bike for a ride after a week of bad luck, a busy family schedule and suck weather.
Not to mention there were undies.. Not just undies, but mashed down, probably been there for months, dirt road boxers. Yikes.
After all these years I still don’t understand how so much underwear finds its way to roads and trails. Freaky.
Wifey is in D.C. on business this week (doing whatever business of Wifey’s needs doing in D.C.) and I am in full on dad mode, so I gotta split, get the boy a post-soccer practice/pre-bed snack, get Jake (the dog) out for the final pee of the night, fold clothes and try to warm up from sitting out in the howling “spring” wind watching B’s practice. Eeessh. It was 54˚ and felt like 30˚ with the wind. By the way, why is it they stop listing wind chills in spring? I would have liked to have known that the wind felt like it was coming right off the tip of the Witches teet. Fucking non-spring Michigan spring. BLAH!!
Later.