I'm a Moe-Ran
God damn sometimes I amaze myself at my utter lack of intelligence. (I'm sure you're not so shocked).
The B-Man and I were off today, so we slept in ('till 7:30!) and by 8 he had his Lazer lid on wanting to be pushed up and down the front sidewalk on his bike. So I put some pants on, grabbed my bean-pot full of Starfuck's™ and out the door we went for some Grommet pushing. After about 5 minutes the rain chased us back in to hang and watch Sponge Bob 'till it was time to load up the gear to head out to Pappy-M's.
Packed up the Treks (his and mine) and headed out. When we to Scottdale the weather looked to be clearing up and I was pretty geeked. I planned on adding some new roads to my loop and was hoping for 50-60 miles.
Here's were I'm an idiot- I pack all the gear for a long road ride: rain gear, CamelToe®, bottles, gels, shoes, helmet, gloves, I had it all. EXCEPT my jersey and shorts. SHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEET.
Now I remember a day when I didn't need all this shit to ride my bike, BUT I CAN not and WILL not ride 60 miles in T-shirt and jeans. That just will not happen. So ride aborted. F*ck.
Wifey is working late today so I may end up with ANOTHER night on the trainer and prep for the road tomorrow. I smell century. Oh no that's just some tuna.
In good news: I registered for MASS Enduro #1 today and am also expecting a box of goodies from Bikman.com world HQ today. Combine that with not being at work, and spending some quality time with B-Man, the Grommet and my Dad and you got the makings of a Good Friday.