Here is a list of trails I was near to, but did not ride last week:
Tsali
Pisgah
Dupont
Dauset
Everything in Macon
Blanket's Creek
Bear Creek
Everything near Athens, Ga
And the list goes on and on. No worries though, I squeezed in 9 holes of golf with a guy named Tommy Ray up at Chimney rock, NC so my priorities are clearly in order.
1,000 miles later I rolled back to town to find out that my blog was S'quatch-jacked and I was reported to be missing, dead, or otherwise incapacitated. So at least I have all of that going for me.
After celebrating my return with a few cold ones Friday night I peeled myself from the sack at 7:00 A:M in order to have my bike blessed by, in order: A Rabbi, an Agnostic Mystic of the basic New Age variation, and an Anglo-Native-American mystic of the Legend of Billy Jack persuasion. No Protestants available I guess. No Muslims either. Oh well, when you are looking for miracles and redemption that will hoist your heft back onto the bike, you take what you can get.
After much mumbling and not nearly enough carrying on, about 40 of us serenely pedaled down the St. Mark's trail enjoying the twilight of morning. we rode about 3 miles and you bet your ass I logged it as "a ride".
Knees are good, 12 rounds of golf over the last 2 weeks only improved my game by 2 strokes (104), the weather is perfect, and I pretty much even want to ride. Life is so much simpler when you struggle to accomodate work and a personal life in between gut-busting rides and lactic recovery.
If I don't go all manic on the bike again I'm likely to do something stupid, like buy a house or get a girlfriend.
And we can't have that now can we?
Juancho the White
7 comments:
whoever this is pretending to be juancho...stop! get off the line. You are a fraud! bigringcircus-ers, dont' fall for this con. The neo-cons are furious that juancho is now reunited with his old friend in revolution....and well aware of the explosive nature and potential of the balkans. Juancho will be back to raise hell....beware fraudsters, you will pay for your sins.
The birds were talking up a storm this morning. I heard this cardinal say you were slow as hell. Shelby snorted in agreement.
I believe that because if there is one word you understand it is "slow".
Just thought I'd let ya'll know, I was riding Tom Brown this morning and the specialized guy (Willey, as in coyote) was down there with a trailer full of much-hotter-shit-than-my-bike's letting all comers (which was only me) take the bikes of their choosing for a spin around the trails. Now ya'll have much nicer bikes than mine, with ne'er a dumpster dived component among you, so you might not be as excited about this as I was, but just thought I'd let you know. He said he'd be there until sundown today and tomorrow. I didn't see any wheelchairs there though...
btw, this is jim as in your former friendly neighborhood beer guy at msl.
Whoa! hey Jim!
Whoa back at chya. I wish I'd known about that blessing thing before. Those Anglo-Native-Americans got some powerful magic. Maybe I'll just get some sage and blow it through my seat tube to drive out those evil spirits of metal fatigue.
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