3 Peaks & Gifts of Time

A Monday after a weekend of great riding is always a real junk twister. I mean who the frig can get geeked to go sit in their cubical for 8 hours after a weekend in the saddle?? I guess part of me enjoys returning to work, hearing everyone bitch about how the weekend was too short, how they had to run here, go there, do this, and do that. While I just sit, smile and half listen to them through the fuzz pop sounds of my earphones, content with the knowledge that I got in some sweet riding in the mountains and rediscovering the road. While they scrubbed their deck. Not that my house/yard/car/life doesn't need a shit load of work done to it, but the way I figure there's always another day for the suck stuff. You get the gift of time and the ability to ride. You ride.

Monday is of course a day off the bike. I spent the night doing some of the lame stuff I should have done over the weekend. Like change a headlight bulb in the Soob, taking a turn cleaning the kitchen and trying to sweet talk a contractor (ANY CONTRACTOR!) into finishing the siding job that the last guy never finished leaving us with no gutters, and a job unfinished. Grrrr! Oh well the night was saved by cooking up some White Trash Chinese. Yep, I'm going all Chairman Mao on your ass, and I cooked up some spicy pork & brown rice, vegetable stir fry. Gotta tell you I was damn pleased with it.

I also spent some time reading about this past weekend's Three Peaks Cyclocross race in England. This is an extremely cool event that takes place in the Yorkshire Dales National Park. It's the event that Iron Cross is based on here in PA/USA.

Reading about the race and seeing the pics really makes me want to do the 62 mile Iron Cross race. One of my season's plans was to make the Mamasita rigid, do I.C. on it and then keep the Mamasita rigid for some winter road and rail trail base miles.
But things have changed. I think I'm done with the traveling and expense of racing for now. And just want to keep riding for me as long as the weather cooperates. Fall is here, and winter will be holding my face down in a slush filled pot hole soon enough in an attempt to break my spirit. Like I said earlier... You get the gift of time and the ability to ride. You ride!

Hope to get some saddle time in tomorrow.

Later.