Blocked (Sort of) Part II

Woke up this morning to fog. No big deal.

At 8:15 the cable guys shows up to redo the modem with a new wireless router and parks in my driveway. At 8:30 I ask him if he can move the van so I can take the boy to school. He says "I think the school has a two hour delay because of the fog...." "What?" Then he calls a friend that has kids in same school district, the dude says now they cancelled it. Again, I say "WHAT?" No school because of fog? I double check this info via cable guy beta with Wifey and sure enough- No school. B-Man was jacked because he was supposed to go on a field trip to some cool ass Native American shin-dig, and I was jacked because I wanted to ride and get some work done. The cable guy didn't seem to care.

So Tuesday needed a revamp-- STAT!

The cable guy did his thing and got me back to enjoying web page photos loading in under 3 minutes on my desktop computer, and then B-Man and I went to get hair cuts at the local barber. I'm not ashamed to admit that B-Man and I are SuperCuts/BoRics type dudes. While I can't completely speak for B-Man, I myself prefer semi-hot, fresh from beauty school, so not my type females touching and styling the locks and burns. I like that they make very little chit chat, do a good job, and get me out the door fast because they think I'm sort of creepy.

So when I saw the wall to wall sausage party and various deer heads on the wall at the local barber I was a bit taken back. There was lots of hunting and ice fishing talk, and an hour wait. The dudes were nice for sure, and truth be told the atmosphere was sort of neat. I mean otther than me they knew the name of every dude that came in, and new all the town's important happenings (someone got a leg severed yesterday!! Jeeezusss!!).

Nice or not, I knew there was no way I was letting those dudes near the chops. But I was too embarrassed to walk out and look like "Mr. too good to wait for a barber cut guy." So we waited. For an hour while the 10 dudes and kids front of use got cuts.

Since I now did not want a hair cut, and I had to pee, I let B-Man take one for the team, get a quick cut and get us out. He looks fine, I still need my burns thinned and my lobes waxed. They did a great job and I may go back for a cut, but not before they know my name, and I get my first ice shanty built.

The rest of the day was spent doing some minor XXC work and goofing off with B-Man until Wifey came home. I thought about going to the gym, but its' 60 degrees in November, in MICHIGAN, eph the gym! So I shot over to Deerfield for quick hour. Those flat but fast and sort of fun because their so close trails are like racing a cross race. Big ring, always on the gas riding. There's even a 3 inch deep sandy climb with water bars that sucks the power right out your legs in a "oh yeah, that feels gooooood" sort of way.

Sun setting along the river.

I had prepared to do a night ride and had all the gear with me but after four laps, boredome set in and I left before the sun sat with one hour of big ring tempo riding in. NOT my plan for the day, but it beat the hell out of spending 1 hour at the gym or the trainer. There will be plenty of time for that when there's 2 feet of snow on the ground. Of course I just might be in that shanty....

EDIT: Well that lasted about 24 hours. My computer once again loads pics about as fast as a 1999 dial up modem. Back to the drawing board. Tired of looking at those stupid.jpg icons for 2 minutes until the page loads the pics.

Later