A Hell of A Ride

When I say I had a "hell of a ride", I usually follow up with tales of how damn good the ride was. Today when I say it, I should change the word order to "a ride of hell". I headed out to Scottdale and my dad's house in hopes of 30 to 40 miles on the road. I figured I'd start out with the 30 mile loop that is my "climbing route" and then If I felt spanky tack on part of my regular loop to up the mileage to 40+ miles.

After about 10 miles and the first series of hills, I knew I was in deep shit. My legs had power, but I was sucking wind like a fat kid chasing an ice cream truck full of free sundaes. Grrrrr! Something is not right. I ate well, got some decent, although painful sleep, and had a good breakfast this a.m.. Drat!
By mile 20 and even more steep grade hills of Western PA, I was toast. A mojoless, wind sucking shell of a man praying for the end of a ride. Was it mental? Am I sick? WTF?? I finished the ride getting 2 hours and 31 miles in, but the afternoon's mood was set. I would be a cranky bitch for the rest of the day. Sorry folks, that just the way I roll. Bad ride = moody bastard.

OK, now that I'm done whining like a school girl, I guess I can blog a bit "whine free". Check out these picts of the 08 La Cruz over on MG's Dirt Blog. The La Cruz would make a great companion to my orange Dos Niner. But I think THIS might be an even better companion for my Dos Niner the ultimate in spicy, smooth creamsicle, endurance racing love.
Maybe Santa will bring one, or both! Hey I'm kinda, sort of a good person!! I won't be getting my hopes up. Plus the way I've been feeling lately an oxygen tank and a box full of EPO might be a better gift.

Later.