It’s cold here in
North Carolina. Abnormally cold. I think with the wind chill, it was somewhere
near zero this morning.
My truck doesn’t detect wind chill. But I do.
That’s bullshit. I mean, mostly because I have to hear my friends down in
complaining about it.
Okay, not really. I was easily chilled when I lived down there too. But up here, it gets much, much colder. Like, “I’m afraid to go outside because I’ll freeze to death cold.”
It’s not that cold I guess, but you get the picture. It will (sorta) warm up again soon, but with winter just getting started I know we’ll have more of this shit. That’s one reason why I bought some plane tickets.
“You’re bringing bikes, right?”
Hell yeah. I’m not dumb (most of the time anyway.) It just so happens that while we’re there we have the opportunity to attend a little “race” called Single Speed Arizona.
I’m so excited. Other than a brief u-turn I made after crossing over the Hoover Dam when I was in
Las Vegas for Interbike, I’ve never been to
AZ. Also, most of the
DrunkCyclist crew lives out there. That means that we’ll get to have a reunion
of sorts. I haven’t seen those guys
since SSUSA back in Minnesota
so it will be good to catch up.
As usual, we’ll cram a lot of shit into a few days, but I know it will be a blast. Big thanks to D-Wayne for inviting us out. I know he can’t wait to get all Enduro™ with some
The countdown to “Debauchery in the Desert” as begun.