I had originally planned to hangout/ride at the Pisgah Enduro on Sunday, and waking up at 8:00 a.m. gave me plenty of time. I ruined that shit when I fell back asleep "for a few minutes" and ended up sleeping well past noon. I didn't have the time or energy to drive up to Old Fort so I did absolutely nothing but watch the little lady take off for a road ride. I wanted to ride too, damn it.
I eventually decided on a road ride on my own for some reason. Okay, I know the reason. I haven't been feeling like riding anything locally on my mountain bike lately, preferring instead to head for the hills. Sticking to that, I figured a roadie adventure wouldn't be that big of letdown.
Well, it was interesting I guess. I had no destination in mind and just wandered around. I still missed the dirt though.
That kinda sucked on skinny tires.
I was far away from home, and kept taking roads I'd never ridden before. It was good because I saw some interesting things.
On the way home the sky turned black. I thought I had plenty of time, but the sky opened up and I started getting wet. The rain came down and it cooled me off, making my road ride even moar fun. I sprinted home and finished with nearly twenty miles for the day. I cracked a beer shortly after, then the little lady and I went out for tacos. I was beat though. One small road ride and one measly beer put me down for the count.
If this is getting back to normal, I sure as hell don't remember what that was before.
At least my ribs don't hurt as much. Must be all the beer and Mexican food.