Two straight weeks of bicycle-less free fall, my longest break since The Crash of Great Clarity. Truthfully, the ride I am counting two weeks ago was itself not much to speak of, but just an interlude in a long lull. I drove to Munson Monday last night, passing harder riders as they pedaled their way to the trail head in the heat. Cold A.C. blowing on my face, it was drive or nothing for me.
My routine in disarray, I pulled on a pair of mismatched gloves, one from the late Eighties, the other a remnant of my messenger gear from the mid-Nineties. My helmet was nowhere to be found. I put a Park Tool sweatband and some sunscreen on my shiny head and rode off to accept my fate. Just one lap around the trail, no big deal. It doesn't matter if I feel good or bad, ride fast or slow. This might be a good day to ride back with the Noobz and give back like all the goody two-shoes harp on about. Juancho- humanitarian.
Then Wrecking Ball appeared in the crowd with his enforcer son. My mouth went dry and my eyes dilated.
9 weeks back on the bike and riding every day, WB is moving back up the charts. I track his progress daily, measuring my slide against his climb. How far can I let the rope out before it slips from my fingers? Time to find out.
Our lap time was in the range of being slow for a fast ride or fast for a slow ride, depending on your perspective. I'm calling it slow, and I pray WB is calling it fast.
Juancho
6 comments:
I sweated more on that ride than I would going to get bread...if thats what you mean.
Inspiring, Juancho. Must get off my arse and do something, or I'm going to be one of those guys you see on tv having buckets of chicken delivered bedside.
Go gluten-free homes.
Chazz- load your clubs and come to the big city. No carts allowed.
Now that you're married, I guess the pressure is off and you and WB can hang out together again without it being awkward.
I hope you don't take this the wrong way, but the Robot Army is sub-contracting; if you guys see me at Munson, look away, just look away.
"How far can I let the rope out before it slips from my fingers? Time to find out. "
Oh man! I was thinking the same thing myself just this morning. It has been right there for quite a while..the power..seems to be slipping now. Life getting in the way.
:-)
Come on Buzz. Go for a ride with that dog then tell us about it. Let's put our bikes in life's way.
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