Be Careful When You Fart...

For the most part this has been an uneventful week. I did get out for a short ride at White Clay on Wednesday, but that was about it. Today was a different story. Matt run Forrest and I planned a 4 park ride. The weather and the trails were too nice to do anything else.







Nothing like a beer break during a long ride.

I met up with Matt at his place and we made our way to White Clay where we picked up Les the International Man of Mystery, and Rob (not that no talent ass clown from matchbox 20). On our way there we ran into fatmarc and Chunky Monkey with her dad, they to were on there way to enjoy the trails. The trails were awesome, plenty of Super Hero Traction and dry as can be. Everything was going great until Rob had a little miscalculation involving an anal gas expulsion. In other words he sharted in his chamois. We thought nothing of until he said something about his ass being on fire going up the boundary trail. Rob was going to bail, so we stopped and had a beer before heading down the other side. I offered Rob some TP I had left in my pack from the SM100.

Unfortunately the damage was done. While we were waiting for Rob to try and wipe his ass, we met Doug who was out on his GF Rig. He decided to join us as we made our way to Fair Hill. Before we took off he said,"I'll feel bad if you guys put a hurt on me after drinking a beer. The 4 of us laughed simultaneously. In his defense he didn't know any of us, but for some reason was willing to follow 4 complete strangers who just got done drinking beer on a ride, to Fair Hill.

Rob bailed before we headed to Fair Hill, and I think Doug was wishing he had as well. No, we didn't try to hammer him into the ground, I just think our steady pace was a little tougher than his, besides he did manage to hang on. Matt had to bail not long after we got into Fair Hill and went with him. Doug decided to hang with Les for some Fair Hill fun, besides he didn't know his way back to White Clay.

It was a great ride, I am not sure how many miles but it was close to 4.5 hours. The perfect ride for a rest week.

And Rob, I hope you feel better soon.

Cheers,

Buddy

Bring On The Rest Week...

I just finished up the last of my base. It has been a tough couple of months and I am looking forward to nice easy week. Yesterday it was just me and the iPod. I felt pretty good, which might have been a bad sign for today's ride because I rarely feel good two days in a row especially on the road.

I have to say I have been feeling pretty run down lately. I got tired pretty fast climbing last night, it wasn't my best night but still fun. Rachael on the other hand is doing really well. She looks very smooth, plus she has incredible upper body strength.

After climbing we decided to try the restaurant next store. Noah's Family Restaurant. It was fun we talked smack told stories talked of shiny pants, plus the food was pretty good. The only problem is that it was a very Christan restaurant which meant no beer.

Today I was hoping for a long steady paced ride. The group was leaving form Matt run Forrest's shop in Oxford. I rode in from home trying to get as many hours as possible. Joining in on the fun were, fatmarc, Wes the Conqueror, Matt run Forrest, FFA Amy, Ted Logic, who all rode in as well, plus Tom Poppa Smurf, Matt V, and Charlie the guy who knows every steep hill in PA. It wasn't a bad ride there, I had some rollers to get through, but I also had a tail wind, which was going to hurt later. As always Charlie hit some monster climbs. I was trying to take it easy but that didn't work out for me. It was just hill after hill, or a long stretch of big rollers. I was feeling better than I thought I would but still not what I would call good.

Charlie is an evil man. He took us to one hill that was long, steep, plus most of it was a dirt road. That one hurt a lot. After that we started for home. I broke off from the group to head home, it started off OK, but it wasn't long until I found the head wind, then came the rollers and hills. I just took my time and tried not to blow up. In the end it was a brutally hilly 80 miles in just under 5 hours.

Now it is time for few of Magic Hat Hipa's,

Cheers,
Buddy