I say…fuck shit!
Monday and the sun comes out. Right on. Nothing like two wambly days of soft serve up in the ribbons. Snowed on the gnomes both days. I wonder what the Kachina are mischeiving up there? Cocaine from heaven.
Mmm.
I figured that since the last Mizzle Bizzle Ah Ah race of the season is upon [...]
Holding some breath, but not all for we must share, there are only days before I plunge into daddom knowing full well nothing but wit.
The most revelation to date is quantity. No cyclist knows how to recover better than a day old baby. They dump in their drawers 10 to 12 times a day. Man [...]
Papa Gnome made it out on a ride today. The wind, nice. The Temps. Primo.
Felt good.
Mmmm, I rocked the standard to day hitting 3 peeps on the way round Schinultz and the local ups: dog food & what the fuck ever. They all go left right up down. Then I get to the blistery re-entry [...]
Blink. Blink.
How’d I miss a whole day outta this week? Jeebus.
Thursday here in Whiteyville wiuth a slight wind and it’s a day for a mountain bike ride. I’ve not been doing anything but coasting down the hill to work since Troy’s dealio. Shit was killing me.
And for that ride, I purchased one of those Mountain [...]
The Circumcision came round. It was hot and stingy as expected. One of the harder group rides around maybe…I dunno. 2.5 days of riding from flagstaff, to Sedona, then around the city on the primo hot trails with a dip at buddha beach, ah. Then back up the hill.
Friday night, upon the directive of Frye, [...]