Ever have one of those weekends where almost nothing goes well? Fuck, piss, shit. Even Saturday night’s celebration seemed to have a cloud hanging over it. I guess I should have known by now - sometimes I need to set my expectations really low. So a great big “fuck you” to the person responsible. Not my guests – they were wonderful. Good conversation and the beer population was adequately thinned. No, it was someone else.
The better part of the weekend involved getting some riding in. I pulled the Kenda Klondikes studded tires off the Surly Cross Check. I also scrubbed all the winter grime off. Wow, does it roll easier. And, it looks much cleaner. I did some Saturday morning riding with SD Pedal Power, The Hooterville Mayor, and that crazy MinusCar fella.
Man, I need something and I’m not sure what it is. Maybe some time out of town. Maybe a long ride or long walk. Maybe to kick someone’s ass. I can’t put my finger on it. My next out of town experience will be at the beginning of April going to Nashville on business. My next fun jaunt out of town is the Fruita Fat Tire Festival at the end of April.
Ride On.
3 comments:
Note to self...stay out of Snakebite's path until he's found somebody to pummel and make him happy.
Sorry to hear it. :-(
My weekend not so great, either. And the photo on your post is oddly indicative of why - that knife seems to allllmost be pointing to where my back has gone all wacko (SI joint)- just days before I leave for Texas Hellweek and 8 days riding in Hillcountry.
*&^%@#$!!!!
you should have said something . . . we could've gotten really drunk. maybe even found some little thing at Monk's for ya ;-)
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