public relations.
almost became
a hood ornament
this morning.
bitch got an earful,
that's for sure.
then she actually
pulled over to apologize.
I hadn't calmed down yet,
she caught some more.
OPEN YOUR FUCkING EYES!
10/14/08
10/13/08
shout out
yo Rousseau, nice work at IronCross!
wish I'd known you were in town,
get in touch next time, slacker!
wanna bounce some Durango/SSWC09 ideas off ya.....
10/12/08
10/10/08
date night.
any wonder that I'm single?
Friday night, coulda set up a first date type thang and been social.
Instead, I'll be rushing home from work, packaging a few cogs, hitting the post office, swing by the bank, grab a sixer to go from the sandwich shop, clean and tune the Salsa, gather up some breakfast/ride food, cook a frozen pizza, hippy pack the CR-V for camping, then head north......alone. West Rim will be tic'd off the list this wknd, the leaves should be bangin' so it's gotta happen now. Chick probably thinks I'm playing games, not being avail on the wknd, again, but that's the way it is. Who knows, maybe there'll be some digits for me to dial when I get home, actually have company for a dinner next week....not getting my hopes up though.
Oh, went to the Carlisle Council mtg last night to add a voice in support of the bike lanes if needed. Didn't sense much negativity towards the proposal, so I silently observed, then snuck out after the main body of the discussion. What had me laughing though on the way in....roll up to the meeting place at the Boro offices on the Jabber. Look for a spot to lock up the steed, no racks out front, none along the side, so spin around back to the main parking lot, still nothing. Finish the lap around the building and also nothing on the other side. Finally cable her up to a street sign and chuckle that I'm going to a meeting about making Carlisle more bike friendly, and there's no designated parking for bikes.
funny that.
10/6/08
fini
yeah, so that was definitive.
the wave has crested and left
my carcass on the beach.
rode it for a loooong time,
pretty much since the W101.
Friday, sent out a qwik email
prior to rolling, jinxed myself
on the weather I think. Forecast
was golden, mid-60's/low 40's,
minus five for the mtn effect.
rolled out the door 5pm, goal was to camp at a spot shown as Chimney Rocks off of Bower Mtn Rd. Hoped to find a neat outcropping and fire ring spot to camp at....didn't happen. Found the trailhead, followed the trail, then it dropped the fall line down over the pitch. I said no thanks and turned tail to press on. Started looking off the side of the road and came upon the hoped for established sites. Pulled into #107 and tried get as far back from the road as possible, just wasn't comfortable in that spot. Nice picnic table and firering, but just not a good vibe, tweaking about redneck locals harassing me, bit more seclusion woulda been nice. Bit warmer sleeping wear woulda been nice too. Slept off and on, fitfully waking every 45ish minutes probably, the alarm didn't beep too soon. 5am, grab the dampish, campfireish smelling kit off the El Mar clothesline, warm it up inside the bag and fire the stove for a 1.5 shot wakemeup, then double pack of oatmeal. Rolling up the bivy sack & whhaaat??? pit, pit....pit, pat, breezeyshwoooooooshhh, pit, pit, patter.....is that fucking rain? mother fucker, where the hell did this come from? gotta be just an early morn inversion, overly dense fog something or other. right?
no sense standing around, so jump in the saddle and try to sneak some sunrise vistas, then drop into some sweeeet singletrack down along Cold Spring. Make it to Fowler's in about an hour, top off the water and up Alfreta Tr to check out Bowman's Tr. Not all squiggly lines on the map are created equal. This section sucks. Kinda like the Little Mare hike, but in the rain. And lots of windfall, like every 2 bike lengths. But, buuuutttt, there was a sick looking enduro track crisscrossing the blazed trail every so often....looked favorable, but didn't explore it. Instead I plodded along, hitting a pretty low spot in the moral o meter, then found myself back on track and busted left on Robinson Trail. That was noice, very noice. So was Iron Horse above Shearer Dug, and saw more enduro track. Made it to Big Spring, disappointed to see all the fountains and spigots marked not-potable, DANGER!!!. It was also still raining, and it was approaching noon o'clock.
I'd hoped to be sitting down at the pizza shop in East Waterford by now. I was still an hour away, at least, with a substantial climb and cold rainy fireroad bombing descent between here and there. Pulled out the cell phone, and actually had a single bar of service. Called up the weather radar and found out that I was sitting smack dab in the middle of a big green blob. No rain back home, Meeshow was looking dry, just a disc of green right over top of me. Looked like at least another two hour ride to not be rained on, then a damp chilly 40ish deg night trying to burn day long soaked wood. Just didn't seem like a fun time, so I said fuck it. Seemed dumb though to bail immediately to the road, so I hopped back onto Iron Horse and took it down to the snowmobile trail. Man, that's a little taste of VA love right there, good stuff. Stopped for a fresh set of maps at the ranger office, then slummed home thru a grumbling hungry stomach bonk, 4hours of 32:19 spinning, final hurdle of Waggoner's ridden in the sun, rain finally broke around 2ish...while I enjoyed a small fry and two hotdogs at the Landsiburg Deli-mart. 26ish in 3 on Friday, another 8:40 on Sat brought it up to 83ish for the trip, which was plenty enough.
then I slept a lot, and had a heap o' fun riding w/ the 'cakes for Travissimo's b'day on Sunday.
good times.
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