I got two days of dirt road riding in this weekend and am pretty sure that outside of singletrack I rolled on every surface imaginable: dirt, sand, gravel, pavement, shit pavement, and bombed out might be pavement, might be gravel roads.
On Saturday I did a slightly expanded version of my dirt road loop north of town, and on Sunday I headed south from the house and had one of the better days on the bike in recent weeks.
These guys did NOT like hearing about the beef burritos I had the night before.
Saturday was good, but Sunday was way better with very little wind, tolerable temps, and good legs. As a bonus I had next to no hip or back discomfort.
It’s a dick. It’s a flower. It’s a dick flower.
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The miles were kind, the pics were OK, and the buzzards continue to hover above me when I ride. I guess I look like a bleeding carcass of suck, waiting to be pulled apart as I ride.
I took Monday off the bike to get a shit ton of stuff done. I’d like to squeeze a ride in tomorrow, but with the temps supposedly going up to 95˚, which is a Michigan real feel temp of 450˚, I don’t know if or when that is going to happen.
I might just call my PT session a workout and spend the rest of the day popping laxatives and making myself throw up to save some calories. I’m joking of course, I hate laxatives.
I got nothing else.
Later.