Seriously?
To break down the ride...
Scheduled to meet D-POW and (former) Roadie Aaron at the mountain at 8:30 a.m.
8:30- No D-POW or FRA.
8:37- I have to poop. BAD! Grab some wet wipes out of the car and head to the woods. Unleash Saturday Mexicana upon the forest floor, and get back to the xB before I can be caught with my chamois down.
8:50- Me thinks I'm being stood up.
8:55- Head up Camp Run Road, down Dead Guy and then climb up Auckerman. Made it 90% in the middle ring. I was sweating like a damn fool in the humid air.
Once to the top and Tunnel Road, the air had changed. It was breezy, less humid and you didn't have to be a freaking weather man to notice that there was something brewing.
Not wanting to give up yet, but knowing it would be coming, I did some descending, and some climbing on some dirt, then headed over to Mountain Streams Trail. Much of the trail is becoming grown over. Lack of use I suppose. I think in one part trees are actually starting to grow on the trail. Anyway, soon I was to the chunky rocky down hill portion of the trail and letting the saddle slap my nutz into a two numb ballz of nastyness.
Then...
I could not get a stick, I mean F*CKING LOG!! in my wheel like that if I tried. LOOK AT THAT!!!
10:40- continue on Mountain Streams. Think to myself how dry it is and enjoy the single track as much as I can knowing that I have at least one blown spoke.
10:55- Hit a nasty wet, muddy, horse piss/shit filled bog. Come to stand still. Dismount and feel the equine feecus enter the Sidis and fill my toes with germs of every sort. Grrrrrrr!!!
11:05- Back at the xB. Ride done. Not thrilled. But still got at nice workout in I suppose.
11:20- Stop at the Six Pack Shop. Fresh pepperoni rolls and a sixer of Raging Bitch to go please.
Done.
Got home, washed all the horse shit off. Saw D-POW left me a message about bailing on the ride due to his ongoing illness.
Maybe I should have bailed too? LOL!
EDIT: I did forget to mention that 5 minutes into my drive home the sky opened up and unleashed a some serious rain. I sort of figured it was coming though, and even though the Bike Gods may have THOUGHT they were helping me out with a mechanical issue to get me back to the car quicker, I really was figuring it out on my own.
Later.
posted by Jason @ 3:52 PM
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8 Comments:
Whenever I think I've had a bad ride, I shall read back through this and feel much better about my day.
I have been looking at that pic for 5 minutes and cannot imagine how you got that F'er in your wheel?
I am guessing a squad of fighting Uruk Hai.
That log is such a car wreck....I can't stop looking at it. I think I'm going to make it my screensaver - scrap that, I may piss myself looking at that all day. Seriously is about all you can say - at least it wasn't your front........
I had some west Virgina friends in town this weekend.....they made me pepperoni rolls. All was right with the world.
I can't even figure out how that is possible? were you doing a sideways bunny hop? sorry, stupid question. you can't bunny hop.
OHHHHH! Everyone is a comedian.
The trail in question is all loose rock and wind fall. The only thing I can think is that as I was descending the rear wheel jumped a bit sideways and into that hunk of suck called a log.
for the record, I can't do a proper bunny hop either. bunny lurch, sure. hop, no.
Dude I can bunny hop. AND do a one handed 360 dead hand fakey AND get a log in my spokes. Just sayin.
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