As in record temperature, I suspect. It was 75 when I wrapped up my lunchtime ride into the Air Force Academy and back, accompanied by a couple hundred of my closest friends. Seemed like everyone with a bike and a good excuse for riding same was doing so. Damn, it was nice. But dry, dry, dry, as in drier than a popcorn fart.
The creek is mostly not there anymore, and the trail is powdery, which makes traction iffy if you’re running a bald set of Michelin Jets on the old ‘cross bike and trying to slalom around ragged formations of tuned-out iPlodders taking their half of the trail out of the middle.
Back home, I laid a quick eye on the VN.com website to see if anything needed doing (it didn’t) and set about watering the lawn. Watering the lawn. In November. That’s just wrong.
Meanwhile, from the We’re All Hopelessly Fucked Department, we’re facing an economic collapse sometime this century, perhaps as soon as 2020, and we’re too stupid to watch movies. There’s some news you can use. A tip of the Mad Dog Kevlar helmet to Steve F. and Khal S. for the tips.
Late update: Meanwhile, as long as we’re on the subject of movies and stupidity, indulge your inner geek with the new “Star Trek” trailer.
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I was riding just east of Glen Eagle today it was 75 and there was still ice on Raton Rd in a couple of spots. It’s no fun coming around a corner downhill to find the the wet snow melt still has ice in it.
I just had to sneak out of work today since I got a brace off my cracked wrist yesterday and was dieing to ride.
I like the looks of this site.
Oh, man, your warning at the bottom, ‘knitted into sweaters’ etc..
I always get my most plagiaristic when I read your hilarity.
will lie down and hope the Phelan passes…
you rule, you know…