And if that doesn't set you up for a hothazyhumid week of rallies and 90's, what will?
Something else probably could.
But Soul Coughing is a good start if you ask me, and most people do.
Big news of the week? As a sort of obscure, personal-social experiment, I've joined Strava. My reasons are a little complicated at this point and I won't bore you with that very strange part of my brain, but I can tell you that one strava-archived ride in, and I'm already in last place on every timed "segment" I've ridden thus far. It would seem that the thing is, if nothing else, accurate.
Theoretical Strava question #1:
Will Strava notify me via email if I cease to be in last place on any given timed segment? That's probably irrelevant; I don't suppose anyone will ever ride Ballards Mill slower than I did at 1 PM on Sunday in the 96 degree heat while pondering the death of Joey Ramone.
The race to the bottom is officially on. Bring it.
I'm seeking to bring a little local flavor to the Strava game, also. By local I mean I'd like to set up a few segments where segment-finding, like most trail riding in Earallysville, is well over half the battle. Timed Strava-segments with directions like "turn left at the old oak tree and then stay right where those three white chickens are sometimes, then start climbing straight up the hill where we saw that bear once, and the finish is, perhaps, halfway to the summit." - this is what Strava is missing. This is what I'm committed to deliver. Buck Mountain half-track here we come. It's rolly, you'll love it.
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What else, what else. Well, trail riding since our good friend Derecho gave us the one night stand treatment has been, well, messy. Ride about 50 yards, jump/cut, repeat. This was not the week to bolt on your new, shiny, XO derailleur, it turns out. Things are improving, I'm told. Walnut has the all clear, I've heard, as well as Preddy and some of the GW - dowells, braleys, etc. Never underestimate the vengeance of an army of mountain bikers and our tiny, corona saws. But, like most things in Earallysville, change and improvement tends to come a little slow, and sometimes - even with Scotty, K29er, and CHam all swinging big chainsaws, and an army of highschool goons to assist, things are just never the same.
But perhaps that's a good thing. Those with substantial experience building wall rides out of gigantic, upturned rootballs, (you know who you are) please apply within. Bring some bar oil.
We should be riding.
Super bon bon, up, up, up.