Strap On The FeedBag
So far this week has been all about laying around, drinking beer, eating bon-bons, smoking cigarettes and getting fat. OK, aside from a couple beers on Monday, that's a lie, but I haven't been riding either. Back to back weekends of racing that included one EPIC bonk, and one "get my ass to the finish fast BEFORE I bonk" semi-bonk, has my body thinking that a couple days of siting on my ass, working on the mag, and taking care of some bike business is just fine.
After 5 years of sitting in the basement I finally got Wifey's mountain bike in semi running shape, and then took it to Pro Bikes to have them get it the rest of the way. She's been after me for months to get it going, and I finally did it. Earning some much needed Crime Fighting points in the process. The final straw came a week ago when she wanted to ride the rail trail with B-Man and didn't have a bike. So she rented a bike and it was a f*cking HUFFY! Dear God! THAT did it! No wife of mine!!!
The Worst Summer Ever continues here in WPA with damp, humid, rainy weather being just about a daily occurance. I'm about ready to start gobbling handfuls of Vitamin D, anti depressants and browniers from that crazy hippie lady that works at the health food store. Jeeeezus!!! I do plan on getting out on the bike for a bit tomorrow in between rain showers though. Nothing hard, just some easy riding to keep the taint in shape.