I just realized that my Stony Creek race report was Chamois post #2,000. Looking back I am thankful that post 2,000th post of The Soiled Chamois was a positive race report. I am still freaked out that 2,000 times since the spring of 2005 I felt the need to blather on about something. Sometimes I have been happy with what I have yapped about, other times I woke up the next morning ashamed at what I shared with the WWW. For the most part I could give to flying ephs.
The week finally allowed me to get out on the bike today. The winds were high, with gusts around 24 mph, and there was a chill in the 50 degree air. But the sun was out and there was no rain, which is way better than the reports I am hearing from my old state. I'll take wind, chilly temps and sun over rain and grey any day.
I felt great on the way out of town to ride the dirt roads (that was due to a tail wind), I felt like shit the 2nd half of the ride (head winds/cross winds). I hoped that today would be an easy day in the saddle to burn some fat, etc., It turned into a fight against the wind and I was sort of toasted by the end. In part due to some left over chap ass from Saturday's race.
During a pee break I was taking a pic (not of my pee, or package) turned around as group of deer cavorted towards me. This is what I manged to catch... (click to enlarge of course).
I really thought by mid May I would be riding without arm and knee warmers, and I did. But that doesn't mean I wasn't wishing I HAD worn them. Curse you vile frigid winds. But again, at least it wasn't rainy and grey. I had enough of that shit the last 39.9 years. LOL!
I've looked at the pic above so long I still don't know what it is. It was on my camera though. Might be my arm, might be my ass, might be a ham from Meijer. Who knows?
That's all I got. 2.5 hours in the saddle in the wind. Wifey is gone all week in Traverse City for work, so I am Mr. Mom again. God help the boy.