The past few days have been filled with lots of things. Lots of things that were in no way me riding my bike. That sucks. Actually, that rocked.
What, WHAT?
The past few days have been filled with lots of things. Lots of things that were in no way me riding my bike. That sucks. Actually, that rocked.
What, WHAT?
In my life I have had plenty of weekends where I have traveled, raced, rode and stacked up miles on the bike… this was not one of those weekends.
I was almost positive that this photo was the result of bike riding hipsters circa 1922. I assumed after some singlespeed, fixed gear, alley cat, bike polo type event they stacked their bikes outside a [insert hipster bike city of your choice here] dive bar while they were inside forcing down PBR oil cans. Turns out it was merely the result of every day folks who rode their bikes to the Palace Theatre in Cairns, Queensland, Australia (according the Internet). So disappointed.
Tuesday was a ride banked on a better Wednesday ride. Wednesday sucked due to a supposed storm that never showed up and thoughts of a better THURSDAY ride now crept in my skull.
Enter Thursday– I got kitted up, filled my bottles, lubed the chain and set off. Just 5 miles down the road I started moving in sloooww…. moshheeeeee-onnn….
Tuesday morning meant it was time for another edition of The Tuesday Morning Anti Worlds– an easy, meaningless, non competitive, non group ride on dirt roads and farm roads that doesn’t really have to be on Tuesday but since today was Tuesday it’s the TUESDAY Morning blah, blah, blah…
Today, I took advantage of some extra time on my hands [unemployed, possibly unemployable, slacker!] and the amazing early fall weather we have been having to hit up MMCC for some weekday action. I have to say, even though I dig riding the dirt and gravel roads, it’s always nice to get back on singletrack.