Naked Like the Day I Was Born

So, um, yeah.  Hit the dirt for a little redemption after my last off road suckfest.  And the road to redemption leads up and down Mt. Tam.  Let's just say I impressed myself without really trying.  That is all.  I had a blast, shredded, blew up my feet but felt like a bike rider .... well .... almost.  The vistas were amazing:

I am now sort of cooked but in a totally good way.   I have showered.  I have eaten.  I am about to take ole yellow dog for his evening walk.  The Fisher road well after I washed and tuned her up yesterday.  Let us just say that riding the dirt was sweet, hearkened me back to a totally awesome time, dang, it was just FRESH!!!!!!!

Yvonne Strahovski was here!

680 Is The Real Deal

Yes indeed.  The new trail was worth the wait, and that was on a 'cross bike.  I need to get out there on the Superfly 100 and see what kind of damage I can do.  Oh, and racing is going to be interesting this season if it happens at all.  If I step back on my aching feet and look at racing this year from afar, it is probably a good thing.  I need to get my feet better.  But, and there is always a but, I am playing my cards close to the vest in the hopes that I can get out there and mix it up.  The good part, the best part of the whole trip, is that my riding is turning into that of a soul rider.......soul rider.

Out!

Turds of Brown Plummeting from the Heavens

As is it should happen, the eldest is NOT playing football this year so the racing'cross should be the go-to sport.  Should be, I say, but it is not.  Seems little man is playing water polo.  Good for him.  I am proud and happy he has found some sports he likes.  That is important in life and we all need that.  I get to ride my bike.  Racing, we shall see.  The feet are still jacked, too, so it may not matter.  Oh well.  So goes life.  I am at least sort of training like I might get to race - sort of ... training ... and ... might ... race.

Calm down.  I got this.

Out!

Awesome Day

Yup, that's Freds.

Back on the bike and had a great ride.  Rolling on in back home down LVR I see this young cyclist up ahead.  He waves.  It's my son.  We rode home together.  That was awesome.  The overwhelming feeling of pride I felt at that moment is one I hope every parent gets to experience.  

That's it.  I'm back.

Out!