I write this post at half time of the Stuper fucking Bowl, an ode to everything I hate about American sports. BUT, that Stuper Bowl was an excuse for us to trek a few blocks over to our friend’s house, eat some food, drink a few beers and be goofs for an hour or so before we called it a night.
While we watched overpaid, grossly overweight NFL jagoffs run into each other, the snow and winds thrust down upon the mid-mitten with furious anger (that is hyperbole for it was snowing and blowing). That made me smile, not because I LIKE wind and snow, but because I had forced myself out yesterday to enjoy a couple of hours of pre-snowmageddon goodness.
The ride was pretty sweet. Nearly all of it was on snow pack and/or solid ice dirt roads, but it didn’t matter to me, I was just stoked to be riding outside on the last day of January in the middle of anal fornication Michigan.
The temperatures hovered in the mid-thirties, which actually may have been TOO warm. It promoted a ton of sweat, which in turn made for some nipple freezing and shivering as layers got wet. Still, I’ve ridden in worse shit, so I just tucked up my ever sagging man bitz and rode on.
During a quick piss break I took the time to snap a pic of my bike leaning up against shit. That seems to be the new version of the cycling selfie. It’s played, but so is being a crap cyclist with a crapper blog. Fuck it.
For me, yesterday was more about getting out, blowing the stink off me and enjoying the wintry sights of central Michiganderburgh. Sights that included one of the best looking hunting blinds I’ve seen in while. A hunting blind that I am PRETTY sure was made by the same Amish dude that has the saw mill down the road…
OR, maybe it was the Amish dude that has the upholstery shop 1 mile to the west…
In any event, I was happy to get our for a couple of hours, and happier still to have not been out in the shit storm of snow that’s going on outside right now.
I’m not going to lie though, I would give your left nut (or teet) to be riding in 75˚ temps and sunshine. But as a depressive, pessimistic, dick head, I know that isn’t going to happen anytime soon (mostly because I know God hates me). So, I will ride, make the best of it and move on. Move on to a well hopped beer and a snack before I head to bed whilst the rest of America Stupers in a Bowl of suck* and the snow and winds piss down on Michiganderburgh.
*A.M. Edit: Since B-Man wanted to stay up and see the end of the game last night, I ended up finishing the last moments of the Superish Bowl. Those dying moments of the game were the most time I spent watching throwball all year. All I can say is wow. Wow, that could have been some finish for the Seadon’t but one of the worst coaching calls in NFL history ruined it. Nicely done Seattle. Nicely done.
Later.