Good Friday? I wouldn’t know. It’s too early for a proper review.
Yesterday was a pretty good Thursday, though.
The weather shifted gears a bit, and I was able to give the trees a sip of water and get myself out for 90 minutes of sun worship on the foothills trails.
The Co-Motion Divide Rohloff is a great bike for this sort of thing if you’re not in a rush, which I never am. It goes about 32 pounds with all its bells and whistles, which include drop bars, a rigid steel frameset, and a pair of hefty 50mm Donnelly X’Plor MSO tires.
The cool spring having left me low on mileage and high on a whiter shade of pale, I wasn’t exactly skipping the light fandango in the Elena Gallegos Open Space. At times, especially on the hills, it felt like I was towing a Burley trailer containing 16 vestal virgins, a waiter, and his tray.
A mountain biker yielding trail on a climb shouted, “Hey, gravel bikes!” as I lumbered up. No, it’s a touring bike, I mumbled to myself, and there’s only one of us, shortly before a dude on an actual gravel bike passed me so fast the waiter couldn’t take his drink order.
Speaking of drinks, while railing the corners down Trail 342 bound for 203A, I abruptly found myself facing a water crossing. We’ve been in The Duck! City for nearly nine years now and I don’t think I’ve ever seen water running in this little arroyo.
So, yeah. A good Thursday, for sure. But a good Friday? Don’t ask Herself. Someone buggered something down to the Death Star and she had to go down there, on a day off, to boot a server in the slats.
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Any luck on finding Dom while you were out? But then, I guess that’s an adventure to be taken with compañeros and perhaps some cable and a train.
I hope Mrs. POG is dutifully compensated ala Davis, Bacon and a half for her off day fubar repair. We need to insure that those who actually run our empire remain happy doing so.
Dom de Domdom? Naw, he’s working the homicide beat with José Friday. Just the facts, man.
“Fandango.”
Costner flick, hey? I liked him best in “The Big Chill.”
You like his acting that much huh? I wasn’t aware but apparently he was in Night Shift. I don’t believe he was as stiff in that role.
“American Flyers” is a sin that can never be forgiven.
Though I did enjoy “Bull Durham,” mostly for Tim Robbins and Susan Sarandon.
Yeah American Flyers. P-Yew. The promoters of the Coors Classic did a fine job selling that movie to the spectators during the race, and all the racers knew it was crap.
McFarland. And back off American Flyers. You want to borrow my DVD? Without American Flyers there might not have been Dirty Dancing.
Didn’t you stop to soak your feet in the running water? It was a little miracle to see, no? Maybe the pope was around the bend waiting to give your dogs a good scrubbing.
Il Papa sent his regards and regretted that he was otherwise occupied, since he loves a fine pair of Eyetalian scarpe like my Sidis.
The socks? Eh, not so much. …
Lots of snowmelt up here, too. Yesterday was only the second time in four years I had to ford an arroyo down on the rail trail. Deep enough to submerge the bottom bracket, so I probably should check for water still in there.
Last time I rode through running water in a Fanta Se arroyo I stuffed the front wheel into an unseen hole, slid down the top tube, and laid a leg open on a cable guide that really should’ve been somewhere else. Ow wow yow zow.
I did drop the front wheel into a low spot but not serious enough to do a Sacred Endo (given it was Holy Thursday, would presumably have been A Sign).
But glad there is water in some of these streams. Beats having fire in the forests.
Don’t go telling everyone about your water find. Someone from California or Nebraska will stake a claim before the electronic ink on this website dries.
I forgot how much fun dog ownership is during the spring. Bruno has white paws, or, had white paws, and every 10 minute lap around the neighborhood brings back a kilo of the neighbors’ topsoil.
When Herself and I are out for a chilly run on frozen trails, the wind blasting sideways out of the north with maybe a bit of sleet for company, I often remark, “Kinda miss walking a dog, huh?” Then I run really fast. Because I have to.
Man, it’s rare enough that you see damp soil a few minutes after a heavy rain. Actual running water? I’m surprised nobody established a santuario on the spot.