What with the 'reduced' riding week coming up (I may be off my bike 2 days next week - ACCCCKKKKKK - cue psycho music) it's a 'play through' kind of situation, or a ride regardless type of situation. Q and I slept in front of the fire last nite and woke up at 530am and re-stoked said source of warmth to bluebird skies and 38 degrees (when you wander outside butt-ass naked at 530am to - um - get wood - you are intimately in touch with the current meteorological trends to say the least). The Bluebird lasted about 30 minutes, then it started dumping and the temp dropped about 10 degrees. Fitness and I scrambled the two-wheeled vehicles ofvsalvation at the crack of 10:45. Yes, we are in the 'doldrums' of mountain living. Resort (can we really cal Eldora a resort?) isn't open yet - so there are a few weeks where the trails are maybe accessible, but the mountain is closed. Tese are the approximately three weekends a year - when we chill the fuck out here on the Z. Well, sort of, not really. The ride was lovely. Hail, snow, rain, clearing skies, more snow, GRAPPPPPLE (sp) pinging off the helmet and face. Really, just a potporri of pain and discomfort - if viewed through a window, but really just the early embrace of winter, like a tickle to the underside with an icicle or glass of ice water. Hah! The important thing - was to GET OUT. Life is always better when you GET OUT. And today, besides Fitness helping me motivate, I had help from Kate's Real Food (http://katesrealfood.com/ and also my dear friends at WD-40 (http://www.wd40bike.com/). The former - a super cool do-gooder from Jackson - who appears to have the same affliction/addiction we all do - but she is making wicked ass bars for real folks doing real things in the woods. The latter, a friend of over a decade who just launched a line of bike products/
Kids, I am proud of you both, and I could not live a day without the VERVE and ENERGY that ya'll and many other send my way. Thank you, mad gratitiude. Namaste, motherfucker, and yes, case you were wondering, Stereo Steve, does indeed still dangle Chef's sweaty balls in his barf producing mouth.
WERD
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