Bad Mojo: DITCHED
Oh Tuesday, how I love thee. Or at least how I love thee better than f*cking Monday! I was given the choice of heading back to Boyce for dirt this morning or a road ride. Dirt won of course. I figured I needed to redeem myself for yesterday's sub par performance and at least get a "par" performance in today.
I waited an extra half hour today to let the sun do that thing where it warms the earth, thus not making my hands numb and useless. I also put an extra layer of clothes on. In fact I double bagged my digits today so as to keep the Jack Frost and his band of militant sun haters at bay.
It worked, 'cause normally within the first 15 minutes of a ride in temps like this morning my hands are frozen to the point of uselessness and pain. You know the temps... 28 feels like 10*. Why do they say that anyway? How come in the summer they never say it's 80 but feels like a 110* To who?? I mean if I have 7% body fat (as if) and some dude has 45% body fat, there is NO WAY that 30 feels the same way!! Anyway, I'll move on...
The ride went well and I hit part of my old loop that I've yet to do this spring and discovered that the Trail Gnomes put in a bad ass bridge over a nasty (and growing worse) little drainage area. Sweet! Now there is much more flow to the single track.
The best part of today's ride was the fact that whatever changes I made to my Relish shock/saddle/tire pressure, etc., worked! 2 hours of single track and my back did NOT HURT!! F-Yeah!! Why? Who knows? All I know is that I didn't need to stretch it out even once during the ride. And to me that is ALL that matters.
Later in the day B-Man and I took the Big Mama to pro bikes to have her B.B. replaced. Luckily I still had my old XT from when I switched to an XTR crank on the Dos Niner and the cost will be mega small.
Not sure what Wednesday will hold ride wise. Might take a day off... or not. Who knows?
Time for food and some Bell's Kalamazoo Stout.