To say I had a bad night of sleep would be an understatement–I tossed, I turned, I farted, I peed, my heart rate was about 150 BPM, and had some pretty lucid dreams. Had I had three cups of coffee, a hit of blotter acid, and an eight ball of coke I would have totally understood, but didn’t. Just a crap night of sleep that had me taking refuge in the guest room so as to give Wifey a rest from my tossing, turning, and farting.
So when I woke up Tuesday to storm black skies, I was almost happy. Severe thunderstorms would be the perfect excuse not to ride and go back to bed. Sadly life gets in the way of such slumbered happiness, not to mention those stormy skies yielded nothing in the way of rain, just HIGH, womb-like humidity.
It seemed like I barely finished with my fifth morning movement and I was strapping on the lycra, filling water bottles, and getting some freezer bags to use as added camera protection in case it did decide to rain.
I chose a steaming turd of a morning after a shit night of sleep to do my 33 mile loop. The miles aren’t the problem, but humidity was less than ideal, and for more than half of the ride my chamois felt like I was sitting on a wet sponge, and my glasses were so soaked with sweat that it was like looking through a kaleidoscope. Eventually the glasses went in my love-handle pocket, and I got used to the sopping chamois, so it all worked out.
I knew the heat was getting to me when I started grumbling to myself on a couple of the longer stretches of pavement. Even on the lower traffic roads that I use as part of my dirt loops I’m increasingly annoyed my cars. Their lack of patience to wait even two seconds to pass when there’s oncoming traffic. Nothing like a pickup truck inches away from you, with another one inches away from it. Thankfully that doesn’t happen all that often, and (knock on wood) I’ve yet to be struck down.
The lack of rain this summer is apparent, not just from my burned up and yellow yard, but from the deep dust and sand out the dirt roads. Things got a tad sketch at times and I called on every ounce of my crap bike handling skills to keep my lard ass upright at times.
Typical me, I spent so of the 30 miles taking photos and goofing off, I was out way longer than I should have been and was starving and nearly dehydrated by the time I got home. I’m not too bothered by that, since I get to scratch two itches with one activity. Something to be said for that.
I was glad to have got out since my Thursday is packed tight with various appointments and duties.
Later.