Reason to celebrate: new bike goodies.
Reason number 1 to ride: lost my job so I have a lot of free time now.
Reason number 2 to ride: new toys.
Reason number 3 to ride: It was 67 degrees in Colorado Springs today.
Reason number 4 to ride: you don’t need a reason to ride, you sick fuck.
I didn’t stay out long because of other obligations today (ya know, the dog ain’t gonna wash itself), but I’m glad I rode. Trails were soupy, but it felt awesome to have the sun on my back. Short sleeves and shorts today…nice. Three days ago I was bundled up and riding through snow and ice (also tons of fun), but then yesterday I rode the rollers (far less fun). I took Caveman’s advice and stopped riding in place. I think I’ll apply that to other areas of my life, too.
When I lived in Maine, winter was always followed by mud season, which lasted until mid-summer or so. This was real mud…you rode until your hubs were below the surface, then you made your best effort to not sink into the soup where the black flies and mosquitoes were making babies. Colorado doesn’t have that kind of mud…Arizona doesn’t have mud at all, unless you count the entry-level pottery class Sedona turns into after a rain. Today’s soup was close, though. Pretty good mud.
The Gunnar Cockpound held its own today, I must say. Was actually comfortable on it for once, and nothing broke. I did have a chronically leaky rear tire, but even that’s bearable on a day like today. Sometimes the ride is just perfect. Today, the ride was just damn perfect.
As for the Giro helmet: I have a huge dome. Seriously. It’s big…mostly empty, but big. And I’ve got a ridiculous amount of hair to shove into a helmet on top of that. Giro helmets are the only helmets that have ever fit me well, and this was no exception. On top of that, this Atmos helmet is light as hell. I’ve had farts that weight more. I’m digging it. Let’s see if it can withstand my sloppy riding style and penchant for slamming into trees with my head down.
On that note, I’m off to work on the motorcycle. As I sand away at the gas tank, it’s nice to remember the chill people in Flagstaff who helped me out when I needed it. Bryce over at AZ Bikes was good enough to introduce me to the world of motorcycles…even basically taught me how to ride. When I read some of the comments posted here on DC, I remember that not all the locals there were rabid. Most were downright accepting…more than accepting: gracious and giving. Every moment I spend on a bike or working on the motorcycle is one more moment that I remember good people, not those who choose to be exclusive and petty.
It’s a good world. I’ve got a good feeling about 2012…by