Ahh, life is good. I spent this weekend getting caught up on a few things and riding.

Pratt, myself and a few racers planned on riding Little Creek yesterday. Racer #1 (names have been changed to protect the innocent) got sick and was worshipping the porcelain goddess all night, or so he says. Racer #2’s mommy caught him trying to get out of town and wouldn’t let him go. So, Bryce and I rode Little Creek. And then we thought it would be twice as fun to do the Goose right after. So we rode both mesas in one day. Fun, yes, but I definitely felt it this morning. They had to get a spatula out to peel me off the matress. No kidding, I didn’t even have time to eat breakfast, let alone ride to work.

A couple of bad pictures of Bryce, I only had the point-and-shoot and the lighting wasn’t exactly conducive to photography. They are what they are, but they do prove that we rode.

One product of our two in one day was my realization that I desperately needed a new helmet. I know you have all heard the stories of helmets with odors that are alive and the likes. Mine didn’t smell too bad, but mostly it could stand upon on its straps all by itself. It had reached the end of its useful lifespan. I wish I didn’t have to but it had to go. Second, my gloves were in about the same position as my helmet. I have to say I was highly disapointed with these gloves. I’ve only had them for about six months and they are already worn out. Not my idea of a good product.

The old helmet

And the new one

I do appologize for the pics, I know they aren’t really up to quality but I’m in the mood…

I guess that is all I’ve got today.

Peace.