That Sweet 2%

There was a ride PLANNED today, but NO actual ride took place. Drove to the mountain (45 min.) went .5 miles, turned around because I forgot my spare tube. Got it. Road 1 mile on my not for slick and muddy CrossMarks, and then the road turned into a private drive. Rode 100 yards more of muddy forest road. Got KILLER chain suck. Stop, started, sucked, started, sucked, started sucked. Aborted and rode back to the xB.

Loaded up my bike drove ANOTHER 45 minutes home. F*ck it.

Made some killer Mexican, had some good friends come over and had a great night. My life is 98% about bikes. But sometimes that 2% is pretty damn sweet!

Later.