My Ass Is Minty Fresh

Another great ride on the dirt at Boyce tonight. Mixed up the trails a bit, did a few more climbs and got 1:40 in and just under 14 miles.

I love riding in the late spring/summer evening. The leaves are at their greenest and the evening sun is the best shade of orange. It's just too perfect for my feeble words. It's nights like this you ask why would one NOT want to do this? I wish I could have got some picts, but the trails were too good to stop.

Rode with a couple different guys tonight. That's the most "group" riding I've done in about a year. One dude was new to the park and I told him to follow me. I lost him after about a mile. Sorry dude. Hope you enjoyed the trails though.

Another dude- Jim P.... something (I forgot) was keeping a nice pace and I accidentally ended up following him on a few trails and vice versa. It was like we were doing the same loop but with just the slightest difference. Seemed like a real good rider and a nice guy though.

Funny thing, he asked me how I like my 29er. I of course told him I loved it. That's no surprise of course, but I also found myself telling him (and I believe this) that the bike isn't BETTER than my former 26ers, it doesn't make me faster or any of that mumbo jumbo, but I do FEEL better on it.

I was then thinking to myself that feeling good on the bike is a pretty damn big step in being a better rider. I also dig that I can get much of the same from it as I did a 26" FS, without all the maintenance worry or weight. Just my 2¢ and believe me it's worth less than that.

There are still a TON of 26" wheeled bikes that my cheeks lust to ride on. But I started to ponder. If I had the casheesh, and could drop it on something custom, what would I get? I think without a doubt it would be a 29er. Most likely a Ti hard tail or soft tail. So I guess SOMEthing in the Kool-Aid took. ;)


After Tuesday's W.O.A.D. incident, Assland Security® issued a code orange warning today strongly suggesting the use of some Greyhound Juice Anti Friction cream on the any potential danger area.
I heeded the advice, and rocked the chamois with a comfy ass and a minty fresh scent or as the catalog says... "a pleasant, invigorating scent". Thanks Greyhound Juice people!

Oh well, Time to get me and my formerly minty fresh ass to bed.

Thank God the weekend is almost here. Work ennui is at an all time high.

Later.