Huckleberry Thursday

Woke up to MORE rain today. Yikes! I can count on less than two hands the amount of days of rain I have experienced here in Michigan since last October (snow is ANOTHER story entirely of course) but damn, this week has brought back a LOT of (bad) memories of Pittsburgh and Western PA.

With the rain coming down, I opted to revisit the gym. UG! I REALLY did NOT think I would be doing this in late April. Yeah sure, in mid February I can kill and hour on the StareMaster™ (misspelling intended, did you SEE those pants that chick was wearing??) whilst staring at the TV (fucking Nate Berckus?? REALL????) and any butt on the machine in front of me, but late April, SERIOUSLY??? UG! To be honest if I would have stuck it out 'till 11 or noon, I could have had a dry ride in 30 mph winds, but I had shit to do. So I went to the gym, did my thang, and headed home.

Wifey and B-Man headed to WPA for quick visit with our new nephew/cousin Ivan today, and I dove head first into more work, broke up by a trip to Alma and Terry's Cycle (one great location to serve you). Picked up the Ti El Mariachi and its new drive train, hung out with Napper and Terry, then headed home to FINALLY chill.

Looks like the weather could break tomorrow for a ride, and then this weekend I hope to do some gravel on Saturday and some single track on Sunday. Fingers crossed on all that.

There is so much I want to try to pack into the coming season and summer I just don't know if there's going to be enough time, fitness, and talent to go around. On top of all that there are a ton of things that I want to do with the mag that I don't know if I have the time, talent, and cash to pull off. But you know what- sometimes I look at other cycling publications and I dig their vibe, I mean it's all bikes so it's all good, but XXC has LESS ads (which are sold for way less cash), and covers MORE of the racing and riding I do and dig.

One of my main goals when producing XXC was/is to produce a mag that I would WANT to read and look at. Every issue I have done (OK, at least since Issue #4) has been one that I would want to buy and be a part of. So to ME XXC Magazine is the best mag out there. No roadie bore-a-thon/dope scandals, or hucking off a cliff to certain death downhill free-ride shit. No "get fit now," no fluff, no wall-to-wall ads, blurbs, and shit content. Just an honest mag put together with with words and photos from folks out there doing it. I've said it before, I'll say it again... XXC could end tomorrow and I would die (or at least find another job) knowing that at least for a brief time in my life, I did something I loved, felt a passion for, and was proud of. OK... DEEEEEP breath Jason... It's allllllll goooood.....

OK, OK, time to make some dinner, miss my Buhndchuck and Woobie and chill.

Later.