Kinda Almost The Same
I needed more saddle time. OK, I WANTED more saddle time before the rain hit, so as soon as B-Man was to school, I was out the door with the Dos Niner. The plan was to do a similar ride to yesterday but add some more roads in and a couple more climbs.
I've been starting the rides this week with a 6+ mile spin on the rail trail. This has proved to be pretty cool, since that's about the extent of rail trail I can mentally stand, AND it provides a nice warm up for the legs. Of course there were 2 snake sightings on the trail, one of which was damn big and had markings that were just questionable enough to nearly leave me with a turtle head . Thank God for moving at 18.5 mph! (and for a tight sphincter muscles).
After 6ish miles on the rail trail it was on to the road, some climbs, another snake, some of yesterday's shit farm roads in reverse, and some new ones added in. On one narrow shit road climb a big ass dog comes running out after me. Barking, balls swinging, and frothing. GREAT! So I stop, let this big ass, shits like a horse dog sniff my f*cking crotch, and sweaty legs, whilst I try to not look at the BEWARE OF DOG sign in the yard and do my best to sweet talk the hairy fool back into the yard, and away from my chamoised up "ol chap".
This went on for two minutes or more. I kept hoping for the owner to come out. Nothing. FINALLY a car comes. I wasn't moving, I'll tell you that much! I believe the friendly hick in the car sort of knew the dog/owner so they stopped and distracted the dog so as for me to make my get away and retain all my appendages/organs. As I'm pedaling the owner FINALLY comes out, seemed nice enough and yelled out the old line "oh, he won't hurt you, he's just playful". Yeah, like I wanted to wait around to see him trot off with my lingam hanging out of his mouth like a freaking cigar. No thanks lady!
I passed this Organic Milk Jug Farm on the ride today. Who knew? The key to growing milk jugs in apparently top quality plastic spread out over your growing area. If you've never had milk from a homegrown, organic milk jug, you don't know what you're missing. I'm anxious for the day when I have enough land to grow my own. *sigh*
Soon the shit roads were done, and it was off to more of my regular road loop. You could tell you were moving out of the hard core sticks, because instead of big ass ball swinging dogs hungry for man crotch, and milk jug farms you had folks who were so over the top upper crust bourgeois that they laughingly throw out art that you and I would pay top dollar for (or at least steal from someone's garbage).
Lamp? Art? Both? Who knows? I'm going with "functional art". I think what the artist is trying to say is that you can reach out to people with ideas that can brighten their lives. Truly inspirational. I was moved. Sadly this piece will no long inspire. I wonder if it's biodegradable?
Soon was on my way back down to join up with the rail trail again. I hammered out the next few miles and ended with over 2.5 hours and over 40 miles of various road surfaces behind me. Felt good. I was also lucky because less than 45 minutes later we got a bust ass rain storm that soaked us for the next hour or so. More saddle time tomorrow? Maybe. MAYBE I'll actually use my road bike this week? Then again, I'm having a blast busting out miles on the Dos.
Good luck to all the folks racing Big Bear this weekend. Lots of friends and Pro Bikes teammates showing up for that one. I'm SORTA of weepy that I won't be there, but the physical, mental and financial cost of doing Big Bear this week and Lumberjack next week is just not worth it to me.
Extra special good luck to Team Argyle, I'll be watching the real time. Any bets on fastest lap between you guys? Hmmm, Don you're not gonna let Brad get the fastest lap are you?? And SURELY Rob won't! And there is NO way the 3 of you will let Aaron best you! HA! Have fun, be safe and kick ass.
Lastly, as of midnight tonight I will be married to a 38 year old. Yikes! An older woman! Happy B-Day Wifey.