Well, not that kind of party. Maybe this kind:
Much better.
Actually, there's some sort of NASCRAP race* in town, which means more people jamming up the roads where I live (I live near the racing oval thingy.) I'm gonna do what I always do, and that's getting as far away as I can...
Westward bound. Just like when my ribs starting hurting again for no apparent reason, they feel better now (just as mysteriously.) That means I can do some dumb shit like riding my bike up in hills. Sure, I can take it easy and ride here locally, but I don't think I can motivate myself without those awesome views provided by the mountains of Western North Carolina.
My last two rides have been at DuPont, but I'm aiming a little bit higher now and going for a ride in The Pisgah. Not the usual Pisgah though, rather one that I haven't been to in a while.
I'll give you a hint...
I'm gonna stop at the brewery where they make this delicious brew on the way home. You figure it out.
See y'all next Tuesday. Have a great weekend and all that happy horseshit.
* DISCLAIMER: I don't hate stock car racing, but I don't much care for it either. And yes, I know that several of my cycling friends work for race teams, and at least one driver is an avid mountain biker around here. They're cool people, but that doesn't mean I have to like a sport that's just a bunch of hillbillies in giant rolling billboards turning left.**
** MOAR DISCLAIMER Again, I don't hate it. It's just not my thing. Cue the hate mail in 3...2...1..
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