A Bee In The Bush
Dear God, we had FULL ON SUN SHINE here today. I'm not even talking the normal WPA Gray/White stuff that we like to CALL sun. SWEET! There was some fog this morning and then that burned off and my ass was soon encased in lycra and ready for (as Liam would say) axxxxx-sheeeee-on.
All the blogs/FaceBook/etc., were lit up this a.m. about Bike To Work Day/Week/Whatever. Since I my "job" is 12 steps up from my living room, I figured there was no need to kit up for that. In fact I even drove to my road ride today. That doesn't make sense does it? Well I'm the sort that likes to avoid confrontation with assholes, and I know full well that just riding the few miles from my house to the "sticks" I would have my share of assholes in my face, and not in a good(?) porno sort of way. I choose to do this to avoid having a half full pounder of Old Mill thrown at me and being called a fag. Some folks can deal. I like to enjoy the ride, not have to deal with assholes for which 51.5% of people are (it's a fact).
Once out on the road I knew things were gonna be good. The fog was burning off, the sun was peaking out and there was some slight humidity. I LOVE riding when it's just a little humid. I'm not into fat man ball sweated up underwear type humidity, but jjjjjust a tad of stickiness makes me all spanky in the nether regions. Of course by "nether regions" I of couse mean my legs not the crotchial area.
Soon the sun was full on out and I felt like all school girl giddy inside. I avoided some flat sections today, embraced the hills and the climbs, and enjoyed the sun. It was as perfect as a road ride could get.
So far a nice week in the saddle and looking forward to getting my cheeks atop one of my Salsa's tomorrow for some dirt miles. I still need to figure out the wheres and whens, but it will happen. Especially since I saw the soccer field are prepping for some sort of fetival/tournament, so my back roads will be FILLED with mini van soccer moms hell bent on making the kick off for little Jimmy.
Time to make some food and enjoy a beer or 5. Wifey in hurling herself towards me from D.C. and ending my two weeks of Uber Dadness.
Did you ever realize that a bee hitting you in the face at 20 mph is like being hit in the face with a paint ball? I did today. Ouch!