Even though I didn’t work yesterday, I still didn’t ride (call me slack, it’s OK). I needed to catch up on what seemed like a million different things around the house as well as prepare for my buddy Dave and his family to stop by for dinner and to spend the night. I have been friends with Dave for fifteen years or more; we used to work together at the newspaper back in Pittsburgh before he moved to Florida, I was “co” best man in his wedding and we still have a strong relationship via texts and email. Sadly his wife’s grandmother recently passed away and she was being buried in her home state of Michigan. Since all their family were coming up for the services, they extended their trip to see some of Michiganderburgh’s sites and to stop by and see us (a true Michigan sideshow attraction) before heading back to F-L-A this morning. It was awesome to catch up with him and to finally meet his two kids in person.
Since my day was spent mowing the yard, trimming, shopping, bagging heaps of garbage strewn about in the yard of my dirt bag neighbors, arguing with our dirt bag neighbors about how they are dirt bags and cooking up a bad ass Soiled Meat Sauce for dinner, riding was a no go. But I was able to get my sagging balls and aching back on the bike today for one of my standard multi-surface road loops.
It was nice to get out for just my second ride of the week. I’ve felt better on the bike, but I’ve also felt a hell of a lot worse. The winds were blowing way stronger than I would have liked–which made for a shit grunting last ten miles or so– but I won’t complain too much about getting to ride my bike for two hours on a sunny summer day.
I’m in the mood for some trail riding, but since there’s a race at MMCC tomorrow, I’m NOT in race shape and have little desire to ride my bike with more than five or six people, I may seek other forms of dirt worshiping. I may even end up doing another multi-surfacial ride tomorrow. I am to the point that dirt is dirt, I just like rollin’ my bike on it; whether it be on my fat bike, 29er or cross bike.
Weekends were made for dirt rollin’.™
Later.