Yep, I’m on vacation in Pennsylvania this week. Got the whole family together, grandkids, you name it. The whole gang is here. So, what do we do?
Cook big pieces of meat, what else? Weâ€™re talking about brisket, kid. Brisket.
Apply the rub. This was about 9:00 am.
Smoke it for 8 hours. This pic was late afternoon.
Slice off a piece of that goodness. We’re talking 7:30 pm right here. A full days work.
This is my second day here and I think I’ve gained ten pounds already.
Good thing I got an hour in on the bike before the big feed. Otherwise, Iâ€™d hate to think of what might have happened.
It took me all of twenty minutes to ride from my parentâ€™s driveway to New Jersey. Nineteen if you want to be exact. I rolled into Jersey like a conquering hero, arms raised and urinating on the sidewalk. Bon Jovi can kiss my ass.
The ride back up from the river valley took me more like a half hour, a whopping 50% increase. Itâ€™s a good thing weâ€™re talking about minutes and not hours, or weâ€™d be talking about walking and not riding.
Instead I spent a fair bit of time way down in the 23 wondering what in the hell happened to my legs. Theyâ€™ve been replaced with wood. And they suck.
The upside is I still love the bike. Even if she doesnâ€™t much love me back.