Wifey had to got into work this morning to make sure some sort of legal, shmegal software worked properly for her .gov people. She was also expecting a FedEx package at home containing a new work credit card for her upcoming trip our nation’s capital on Sunday. Since she couldn’t be in two places at one time, I had to lay around and wait for Mr. FedEx Man.
All of that was no skin of my lingam. I was content to lay on the couch with Jake (the dog) and nod in and out of sleep as the unwelcome winds gusted outside.
It turns out the FedEx dude didn’t come ’till after Wifey was home and I had plenty of time to get a long ride in but I still opted not to get on the bike. Today was the perfect day to be in the woods on the mountain bike taking shelter from the wind, but it was also the day of the Rust Shaker XC race on my local trails. Since I had no desire to drive over an hour to Hanson Hills to mountain bike and I was trying to avoid the steady, gusting wind, I opted to say “fuck it,” and go out for some afternoon fishing instead.
A nice little hole away from the wind was found.
I have no regrets about going fishing rather than riding in that wind, especially since I caught my nicest smallmouth bass of the year today. I love catching bass, they always put up a great fight, even when they’re only about 12 inches long.
Being outside is the most important thing to me. Sure, I would have preferred rolling some singletrack, but I had fun and enjoyed a warm, sunny, Michigan afternoon. One needs to do that whenever possible, because before you know it the temps will drop– along with the snow–and instead of rolling singletrack I’ll be freezing my tits off on some ice packed Michigan dirt road on a fat bike.
Later.