I Was Dressed For Suck-Ness

It's a good thing I'm a believer in Bike Commandment 5, Subsection 2, Verse 1- "a bad day in the saddle is better than a good day at work". Being a believer in this phrase will prevent me from being too much of a whiny little school boy bitch (pardon my French) as I write tonight.

Based on some weather forecasts I did NOT see myself out on the road today. But this was one time I was thankful that the powers that be at weather.com were wrong. Well they WERE right about the winds gusting up to 40 mph!! Friggin' Frigs!!!

When I got out of work the sun was shining and the temps in were in the low/mid 40s and did NOT seem that bad, even with the wind. So I put on some knee warmers and a wind jacket. I should be be fine, right? RIGHT???

I forgot to put on a second pair of socks before I left the house, and I chose to NOT wear my Hammer cold weather gloves. I did NOT want to be all overheated. After all, it's Spring now, right? RIGHT???

Ah, wrong! I froze. My face was cold, my toes were cold, my legs were cold, the winds were howling and I was pretty much miserable for 2:15. BUT!!! I was NOT at the office and I was NOT on the trainer, so I'll take it. Temps were about 43 or so. The wind was gusting up to 30 or 40 mph and I was moving between 11 and 35 mph through the ride. You do the math. Seriously, do the math 'cause I really suck at math and will just end up saying something "wise" like- "I was so f*cking COLLLLLD!!!"

Of course, most of all this was my own fault. I was under dressed and NOT focused on the ride because of the wind, the cold and a raging case of chap ass I'm rocking due to high saddle time, high fiber, a slight bout of intestinal flu, and work place toilet paper that feels like I'm rubbing my anus up against a jagged rock. Sorry for that visual. But I think it needed to be said. OK, maybe not.

One home I showered up, fetched the B-Man, loaded up the Salsas and headed to Master Tom's crib to drop the bikes for some pre season TLC. Meaning I'm having a kick ass mechanic work on my bikes to get them "in shape" for race season. By "in shape", I mean new drive trains, forks serviced, brake bleeds, and given the Master Tom once over with the "Magic Torque Wrench". Thanks Tom.

After Tom's, B-Man and I went to the mall to get a pretzel and look at toys. I could go on and on about how much I hate the mall, but I won't. I already did that on the phone with Wifey tonight, and if I do anymore ranting my Doc will have me taking freaking horse tranquilizers or something. OK, maybe I'll just sum it up by saying I do not "GET" 98% of American culture. I wrote a bunch more but because it just made me sound like an asshole so I deleted it. I think I need a beer and good ride in (ON MY BIKE!! GUTTER BRAIN!!).

Later.