T'Giving 'Tude

Got the bird brinned and go to go in the a.m., and was being a general pain in the ass around the house so Wifey encouraged me to go out for a spin. So I headed to the rail trail to spin a few miles hit a hill or two and then get my cranky ass bad toothed self back to 1147 in time to cook my bird and get all the Thankgiving Shiz Nit ready.

Legs were DEAD when I started, the only good thing was seeing that the switch to the Maxxis CrossMarks on the Mamasita hooked me up with an easy extra 1 to 2 mph of speed dude to their low rolling resistance.

Anyway, I'm spinning along happy to be outside and I see this dude rolling in front of me on the left of the trail sporting jeans, bandanna and a satin jacket (you know the kind that baseball pitchers and/or union workers wear). He's on top some vintage lime green mountain bike of the Huffy persuasion with the bar ends turned up. OK, so what, as I coast up along side of him with the Hope Pro II's clicky-clacking. I turn getting ready to say good morning, as I pass, but before I do he speaks first. I THOUGHT he was gonna give me the usual stuff you get from folks as you pass- "good morning, how's it going, etc., etc,...) but oh no, dude looks at me and dead serious and curtly says "you really should announce when you're going to make a pass!" I was a a little shocked. And my brain filtered out the appropriate response---

A. Seriously you're giving me shit?? I've raced and rode thousands of miles this year with hardly an incident, and you're gonna give me shit on the rail freaking trail?? I wonder if your sister whom you live with, who is actually your mom, but you THINK is your girlfriend and are having a incestuous affair with will "announce" she's going to throw a frozen turkey at your bandannaed head later, when she gets all boozed up on wine coolers and huffed gas after she finds out that you've been having an affair with her sister (your dead beat dad's ex wife) who is actually your grandma????? On your f*cking left dude!! Or should I say RIGHT, since you're on the wrong side of the f*cking trail??

Orrr

B. Well Mr. Trail Police with no helmet riding on the ride side of the trail with your bar ends turned up in an unsafe manner, I thought you could hear my f*cking hub clicking away. Happy Thanksgiving. DICK!

Orrr

C. Ahh, sorry man I thought you would be able to hear my hub, it's pretty loud. And the trail is so wide, I did't think if was a big deal. Have a good one.

Of course I went with "C". But I found myself regretting NOT going with A. or B. the rest of the ride. But I know if I had, I would have regretted it more later. I mean I do NOT need the dudes girlfriend/lover/sister/grandma lady friend to come after me with a frozen turkey or a vat full of hot deep fried turkey oil.

The ride was a good idea. I blew some mental stank out, got a sweat on, and will enjoy tonight's grub just a bit more. Sorry I ruffled the guys turkey feathers by not "announcing myself." All my ranting was just f*cking around, and looking for an excuse to rant about things other than tooth pain.

Hope you folks got some riding in and had a great day.

Later.