After thirty-six to forty-eight hours of thunderstorms and torrential piss downs, Ma Nature finally relinquished her soggy grip on central Michigan and permitted folks as myself to venture out-of-doors without fear of being washed away into a river ripe with E. Coli.
While the rains were gone, the humidity remained and was so thick and heavy that it rendered moisture wicking cycling kits into moisture soaked cycling kits soaked with sweat reeking of alcohol and spicy chicken sandwiches [more on that chicken soon].
Knowing that the dirt roads would be a slop fest I turned to the one bike in the Stankment that eats up dirt road slop and spits it out with a grin on its fat face– The Trek Farley 6. Of course it also happens to be the one bike that I don’t mind riding in such crap conditions!
As per usual, the fatty handled the soft dirt and mud with ease as I lumbered around the steamy back roads of the mythical lands known as Michiganderburgh.
I have no idea how far I went since I forgot my Garmin 500 at home like a moron. Being free of the Garmin was both liberating and maddening and I alternated between being thankful I didn’t know how fast slow I was going and cussing the fact that I had no idea what sort of mileage I was doing. In the end, I THINK I rode somewhere between 27 and 130 miles on the day.
Aside from the humidity that had my jersey clinging to my forty-four year old man rolls like a Girls Gone Wild “model” enjoying her first go at a spring break wet t-shirt contest, I enjoyed the ride and was stoked to finally get out. The only thing that drove me crazy was a creaking noise that continues to emanate from my seat post. I thought it was the post but it turns out it must be the clamp/rails. I REALLY need to take care of that or I might take a hostage on my next ramble.
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It was a good day of rolling and shooting pics but I am looking forward to getting into the woods on my mountain bike today. It’s been way too long!
Later.