update

Its been a little while since I posted last. for this I am sorry. Truth is nothing has really been going on. Three weeks ago I crashed while bombing down Blue Ribbon and sprained my shoulder so I have been baned from the bike...until today. I am tired of not riding so I am going to see if i can manage a road ride today. I should not have any issues. The shoulder is feeling much better and I am back to 90% range of motion. The main problem is the fitness I have lost in the last three weeks. This season has seriously been a black one for me hopefully I will start to see the light in the last quarter.

THE TOUR

Happy 4th!!!

Hello and welcome to my corner of the interwebs once again. The rumors of a group ride on July 4th finally became actual plans at 830pm July the 3rd. We were going to follow Casey Ryback though Dtown St.Louis and into Furby's playground. Don't tell him though because it was just too nice a day to "Stay the hell out of Illinois!" Five of us met at Forsyth and Skinker; Casey Ryback ("Guide"), Captain Jack Tagert, Gino, Shop Minister and myself. We cut though Forest Park, jumped on Bike St.Louis trail network, and shortly found ourselves crossing the swollen Mississippi. The weather was beautiful and despite the hammer fest in the rain the night before at Cwood (AKA the Short Track Series which you should be attending) the legs woke up and were ready to lay down some miles. Once we entered the state that's only claim to fame is Abe Lincoln and the worst Baseball team on earth we made short work of their trail system which is head an shoulders better then the previously mentioned baseball team. It even gave us warning of potentially sliding sideways.


I honestly didn't pay much attention to what we were riding on or where we were going because the legs just felt to good to focus on anything else. We stopped off at the Lewis and Clark site to break the law before heading back toward our home state. This is where our coarse and superior attitude were both put to the test. However, we recovered and found an alternate route though hell and high water back to the city that is home to the boweling hall of fame (which is fleeing). Back at our starting point we bid fond farewells and kind sentiments before heading our separate ways.

62miles with a 17+ mph average is a pretty good ride no matter which way you type it. Enjoy this video clip of Casey's Bike after the mud fest.


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Still single ladies...Call me!


PE@CE~