Catch Up NOT Ketchup

Catching up....

Thursday was Thursday: Lots of XXC work and lots of house stuff. Other than 45 minutes on the treadmill the day was all about justifying me not having a job wit ha steady pay check above what that kid next door that works at Taco Bell makes in a day.

Friday was B-Man's first day of Summer vacation. Woot! Woot! And while he will be spending time with old friends at his day care for some of the summer, Friday was all about us spending some Dad/B-Man time. What better way to do it than on two wheels!

"There's a hundred and four days of summer vacation, And school comes along just to end it, so the annual problem of our generation is finding a good way to spend it, like maybe..."

Riding you bike with your Dad whilst you STILL think he's cool (enough!).



Six miles, of riding, one crash (unbelievably NOT me) and a bit over an hour later we called it a successful day in the saddle. The best quote of the day- B-Man saying (or should I say screaming as we rode) "I WILL NEVER RIDE WITH TRAINING WHEELS AGAIN!!!!" I heart B-Man!!

There was one crash, that resulted in some rail trail side tears, but he "woobied up" and kicked ass the remaining mile or so. I miss the days when a crash meant falling about 15 inches!!

Then is was home to watch the more World Cup! Totally diggin' being able to watch football during the day, almost EVERYDAY! When I was growing up, other than kickball (the best sport ever outside of cycling), a little baseball, soccer (football for the Euros) was the only sport I was ever good at. Then I got fat. REAL fat, and quit. You know, because of the fat thing. But I still love it. So watching it is cool. Plus, along with Sharks, cartoons, and now baseball cards, B-Man is sort of obsessed with it too. Win/Win.

Then Saturday...

D-POW and I headed to the mountain. I had a route planned out in my head that would have us going about 40 miles, with a lot of single and double track dirt. But early into the ride we realized that there was some sort of adventure race going on. Riders coming at us with number plates, volunteers telling us we needed to "TURN LEFT, TURN LEFT!!," runners, etc., etc., So I aborted that route and after a few miles of single track we settled on one of my forest road loops in reverse.


Don (D-POW) has been rocking some intestinal "issues" since Mohican, and is suffering, so that meant I could actually hang with him now and then on some of the climbs. For once riding with someone else, didn't feel like riding by myself! If my friends ingested MORE horse shit riddled mud and water during their races, maybe we would do more of these rides! That reminds me, I really need to send some poop laced water to Shelmire and Brad. Get their colons rocking the squirts, THEN organize a big group ride... that has me STILL finishing last.... (Insert evil laugh here, although I don't know if it would be ME or THEM doing the evil laughing. Hmmm.).

We didn't ride as far, or as long as either of us had hopef for, but we still had a great day on the very warm mountain (better than any day, anywhere else) and got some nice miles in. Don did some suffering, but still rode VERY strong on his single speed. I had 27 gears and STILL managed to look/feel like hell. Proof? Here....

Not sure what's worse? The fact that I couldn't keep up with a dehydrated, potential post Mohican chamois shitter on a single speed or the fact that I am such a f*cking HORRIBLE shaver! Look at that patch of hair I missed by my mouth. WTF? And don't even get me started about he excess hair coming out of ears, nostrils, etc., OK, no more self portraits. Ever.

The rest of the weekend (so far) has been spent hanging out around the house with Wifey and B-man. And getting some reading in...

I have been wanting to read the book Hops and Glory for months, but it hasn't been released in the U.S.. But I FINALLY tracked it down at Amazon for a good price. And for Father's Day, Wifey and B-Man also got me bag full of Chimay and the new Anthony Bourdain book Medium Raw. Stoked (for both the book and the beer!).

Time to get some Father's Day grub on and chamois up. Happy Father's Day to all you seed planters out there. Enjoy.

Later.