R&D.
Alter Egos
Visuals
Resume bike pratice.
"You must have done some bad things to birds in a past life." These words from the mouth of T-da appear to hold more verity than one would think. If you recall my experience last year then you would understand my hesitancy towards our feathered friends.
As we contorted through the opening trail into the opening you could hear the belt of a sand hill crane. A pair of wings dispersed upward as we neared the clamor. I lead the train of T-da and Marko when suddenly we were brake checked by a five foot wing span. I was deafened by the obnoxious racket as I dismounted and used my bike as a shield. The motherly instincts morphed into a fiery of attacks which forced my ass into the fresh morning dew. Flashbacks of the DSG jousting matches entered my being as I fended the massive bird off me by force of bike. It appeared to work as my chainring did the damage. I wasn't out for blood but for a brief moment I was in fear of my own safety. My defensiveness proved to work as a second crane landed and mother crane backed off. Shortly after, the rationale for the attack was revealed as a fuzzy new born hopped through the grass.
10 miles down trail we intersected with the rest of the TBS boys who were gearing up for the connector trail. T-da did his best to recreate our encounter but without justice as AOM threw the obligatory "no way." We continued on at a medium pace for the next fifteen miles which left us moderately winded. We weren't the only ones playing hooky as we intersected WORS friends Jerry and Jeremy at the trail head. "You boys wanna rip off a lap." And we're off...
The Garmin doesn't lie, 51.4 miles of single track.
Sweet tooth.
I'm sure you acquire it at a young age. Turning down a jolly rancher would be obscene or at least down right derangement. The truth is I'll eat anything "sweets" and have the nerve to eat yours. Whether it's frequenting the local Walgreens or passing a sale pyramid at Target I have my eyes on the prize. While I get by on the gummies my passion falls within the hard candies. Gob-stoppers to be exact. Yeah, Wonka... now there's a guy I'd love to meet.
Colorless.
Days blend as the pieces fall together. My body and mind have resorted to cat and mouse games while the pedaling becomes thirsty. Round two of the hand printed, hand stamped and signed pedal pirates graphic looks boss along with a bevy of other fun stuff that you'll be aware of shortly. The Gary Fisher event was spectacular and drew in an array of fine folks which included many close friends. Thank you to the Trek bicycle stores of Madison and the BFW for a killer evening.
