Where the heat will kill you and you will always have a headwind…
KB and I went for a road ride this morning. It was close to a death march. On the Sweet Scale, it got three negatives.
We had a headwind leaving our front door and all the way to the turn off to Sand Hollow. You would think this could be a good thing seeing that we would be returning by more or less the same route which would give us a tailwind. You would only think this if you didn’t live in St. George. We rode around Sand Hollow and into Over the Edge for a bottle refill. We had crosswinds and some mild tail and head winds around the lake. Once we made that turn to come home, heading back to St. George where this morning we would have had a tailwind, we had a monster of a headwind. Think 24-29 miles per hour. Coming back down dump hill felt good, but that slight little incline after the dip, the one you usually don’t notice felt like we were climbing back up dump hill.
Not what I would call fun, but it felt really good to be done.
It also gave me a wicked farmer’s tan. Hurray for me.
For those of you keeping track, SlotoJa is this coming weekend. I’ve got my wheel built so I can pull my good friend BOB around. I’ve convinced Paul that it is a good idea. I even think we have a place to stay in Logan and a ride back from Jackson, but these are small details that can be confirmed later. The death march will begin sometime next Saturday. I’ll try to keep you posted via my phone.
On the dirt side of the news, Spenser “Champ” Mehr has been keeping me riding during the week. I tend to get out a bit more when there is prauding from someone else. We hit the Rim Runner trails on Tuesday and had a nice ride. Except for that time when we were stopped, and then I started going but my front wheel didn’t, and then I fell over. That kind of sucked. Otherwise a completely non-sucking ride. I was even able to sell my Joplin to JD during the course of the evening. Hurray for me.
Dominguez, aka Baby Face, showed me this little clip yesterday after work while we were enjoying a beer tip.
No woman is worth that kind of bull shit.
Keep the rubber side down and all will be well.
Out.