Friday, March 21, 2008

Fat not flat.


Fat Tire Ale... yummmmmmmmm.

Thursday: i went out on the road rat and scored an hour from 6 something pm to 7 something pm and had a huge smile on my face...a crispy evening, whipping around on the precinct area at high speed, everything a dream.

Friday: the motivation was absent. Totally gone. Trina hit me with the HTFU and I watched the rest of chopper and some of escape from new york ( was Kurt Russell ever young? ) on the rollers. Gah! messy. A few beers and i spent the latter part of the evening looking at my archive of pictures and info of bike packing/camping stuff. I am thinking i am going to make some changes and use the 3 bottle cages on the pink bike rather than the frame bag initially. That way it gets the relatively dense and heavy fluid off my back and onto the bike, and allows me to go for softer bulky things elsewhere. Sounds like a plan. May invest in some jandd handlebar bags and perhaps a larger saddle pack depending on how it all goes together.

Saturday: we are floating , wind bound, in a sea of 5-7 years of papers and stuff in boxes. We are determined to go through it all before we put anything on our mahoosive new shelving system. That way we will clear some of the crap sitting on our shoulders (metaphorically speaking) and attain a higher level of fen shui. Oh yeah. But it also meant i had to complete one and build another wardrobe today and go to the dump to take an entire passat's load of stuff to be recycled, and there is still more. Always more. Decided to squeeze an hour or so out and as soon as i went outside it started snowing. It stopped soon enough and i enjoyed a tail wind south until i hit Queen's Park. A quick zip around and then i spotted a singletrack. Always too curious about trails for my own good, i followed it. Needless to say, 25c conti gator skins are not the tyre of choice for mud and roots. At one point i was sliding, pedaling and body englishing down a hill side and smack! pshhhhhhhhh....a flat. So 5 mins spent changing and then the worst thing ever...nipping the new tube seating the tyre. Shit. A 45 minute ride back home on a flat front tyre.

Ironically enough i could damn near see in the funks window when i punctured. But it is a lonely, noble thing to be thiddyinthiddying. So outside assistance went the same way as Jan.

Anyways. I had meant to attach the rear rack and send the pics to cy from cotic as he is building a tourer for someone, so it would be useful as that bike will have a rohloff. But i simply ran out of time. Its sierra nevada o clock and g funk is coming for tea...im off to steep some chicken in Pedro Ximenez..

Bon Appetit...

7 comments:

Simon said...

You only carry one spare tube? Crazy. I've had my pompino offroad a couple of times on 25c gatorskins and know what you mean about slippy roots and mud :)
Enjoy your beer, it's nearly 5 weeks since I've had any now!

Marty Savalas said...

friday/saturday - are you trying to skip a day?

Simon said...

I keep thinking it's Saturday today as well :)

grant said...

He took the advice to TTFU so well he got in an extra ride to get a day ahead of everyone else?

Dave said...

Think he's just trying to squeeze two day's worth of beer into 24hrs. Clever chap - know f-cking wonder he's a Doctor.

dRjON said...

ah! well spotte ;-)~

dave said...

At least you can spell though.... (know/no)....