The 100th Post

That's right in the same year that the Montreal Canadians celebrate their Centennial I too celebrate mine. I wish it were something more exciting then informing you that I rode from Tc to Loan wolf and back again. stopping at the bank and whole foods for some tasty Blue Cheese Buffalo chicken sausages (If you haven't had one I suggest you put one in you mouth soon and often).

I would also like to point out that in Mason Storm's last comment his spelling and grammar where far worse then mine (in that post). As for the GF, she is real and gorgeous so stop your hating.

In other news I found a picture of Davey B eating his post workout meal.

Pe@ce

Wordnorsdor

I got out on the ro-ad bike last night after work for a solid hour. Headed down Antire toward 44, hooked a left toward the Police shooting range and the quaries, then cut under 44 at lewis road, and did 4-5 laps of Route 66. I Salted in a couple sprints for flavor and headed back with with the finally of climbing my entire hill (I normally stop at my house). Nothing too hard just taking another step.

I was pleased to see three legit comments on my last post. However, I feel a large void with the XTDr no longer posting on his blog.

Word to your Mothers.

Im at the bridge

Since being back in school and trying to work full time I knew that my cycling would have to be put on the back burner. I watched as my weight went up and my fitness went down. Many (and by many I mean all three of you that read my blog) know this as a skyentific fact. I knew I was sliding down the muddy hill into the bog of obesity knowing full well the ever looming season was going to be a pain fest for me. "I will cross that bridge when I get there." became my motto. On Saturday set a my size 10 shimano m225 attached the a gargantuan kankle on that rickety bridge.

Alpine shop and namely Uber fast and newly appointed 29er crew racer Chris Ploch was cool enough to hook me up with a Gary Fischer Hi-Fi. A pretty sick ride which I took out to lost valley with Pfoodman, Thrasher, and Eric Schuck. The old guys showed me what was up and left me churning along gasping for breath through mucus encrusted lips. I was beaten but not defeated. and on Sunday after work was back out on hwy94 riding with a reinvented Matt Hoffmeyer who has attacked fitness, captured it, and forced it to live in his basement and wear a gimp suit. He also showed me what was up (Hoffmeyer not the gimp).

After the chord stopped glowing bright red I realize it felt f'ing good to be back out on the trails. Looking foreword to taking another step.

How I hate the pane

I got off of work on Sunday will all the intensions of building up and nice shiny ghey set of mountain bike wheels. So maybe not brand new since I am using my DT240 hubs for the simple reason that they still rock and also because I have not broken them yet. Which wasn't the case for the Kings that are awaiting servicing from a man. More on the new wheels when they are built. But Sunday evening found me doing other things

Whats this you say he is complaining school beating his free time into non existance yet he is building up a new set of ghey wheels? Shouldn't he ride a bike first and regain the very low level of fitness that he once clutched to the day he won Winghaven? Ah good reader you are right in you assumption but your lack of knowledge is what makes you the reader and me the writer of this boring and unimportant tale. Sunday was my longest ride ever. By ever I mean this year. I 2hours and 30 or so min later I found myself gasping for breath in the dark as i rolled down my driveway with 39 miles under my lycra tights. I would like the thank the XTRDr for helping my make the desision to go ride instead of build up my wheels and for the soap on a rope it makes removal of said soap much easier.

Clothes teh Poles

Yesterday at 4:15pm I got on the road bike and embarked on a nice little lollie (you wish matt). So whoever was the closest to February 16th wins the all of the money that I am sure was bet on how long I would complain about not riding and finally man up.

It seriously hurt. 23miles at just over a 14mph pace through some of the jefferson county hills. It was no 93mile death march on the major summits of west county but it damn near killed me. It was more like a French asualt during WW2, I just couldn't raise the white flag fast enough. However, inspired by the XTRDr I am planning a smalled flatter ride from school today. Be prepared to whitness a Robortion this season it will be brutal.