Blown Stink

Oh sweet Lord, YES!! Temps in the 40s, melting snow, and rideable roads.

I was NOT gonna pass this opportunity up to get some base in the legs, so I busted out the Dos Niner, and headed to the gritty, salt, ash, sand, and shit covered ghetto farm roads near my house. In a word: Titz. In two words: The Ballz.

Got a sweet, at often time taxing 3:15 in. And it felt so freaking good, I thought I was gonna have to smoke a cigarette or something afterwards, or at least sneak out of the apartment and avoied any uncomfortable morning after small talk.

Did a BIG PIMP job on the Dos Niner's top tube...

Rolling proudly, and flying the colors on the back roads of WPA.

Hills,ice, hills and more hills were the order of the day as blew the cabin fever stink right off me. Nothing like 3+ hours of climbing, on knobbies, on the road, in chilly temps to tax the legs. Again, it felt GOOOOD. Did I mention it felt good?

Later.