Balls Deep In Deer
Even though Michigan is balls deep into deer season, I took a chance and rode in the woods today anyway. My local trails are on non-hunting land, but they still come close to private land and have a slight reroute to try and keep meaty bike geeks like me from getting capped in the buttocks, but it is still a bit of a risk since I think I read once that a rifle bullet can travel like 32 miles or something ridiculous like that. OK, maybe not that far, but pretty far. I left my fur riding vest and antler helmet at home just in case.
The Pic
The tree in the pic above fell across the trail a year or two ago. I pass it EVERY ride but only today stopped to take a look at its rings (mostly due to having to wiz). Pretty cool to see the rings n’at..
The Post
My search for a setback Thomson seat post for the Superfly FS was thwarted the other day due to being outbid by some other used parts lusting bastard on eBay… my search continues. Vile parts lusting beast of a human. I hate you (not really). Yeah, I know I can buy one anywhere, but I really don’t want to drop any more change right now than I have to.
Out
I did a quick lap today and took very few pics, the boy is off at a sleepover at a friend’s house and Wifey and I are heading out in a bit with some friends for a rare date night. First I need to chill a bit and finish my bomber of Left Hand Brewing Russian Imperial Stout (AKA Wake Up Dead). Its 10.2% ABV should jump-start my willingness to tolerate the public. AND make me want to get all Megadeth on their asses if anyone fucks with me (that would never happen, we all know that).