I ride through uptown and witness the Women's March. Amazing how big it is. Not really tho.
Find myself at Renni eventually. See Eastwood and we chat about the NICA thing I've been doing on the Internet and the FaceBookings. See Good Guy Gregg and Big n' Buttery doing trail work. Head out on the short track (the main trail was closed), hit one of the alternate jumps, still feel meh about how it works, go back and provide "feedback," end up back in the woods with tools and positive intentions.
photo cred: Brian BradleyMolar better. Not perfect but not trbl. I look at the radar... rain's coming. I head towards home, the long way tho.
Drizzle to pouring to steady and everything in between on the way home. I don't remember a ride anything like that in January. Warm enough to not really mind being soaked through on my lower half.
Next day, wake up expecting an all day rain. Canceled. Plans to not go the the short track were swapped with plans to go ASAP and fortunately The Pie had bought a mixed six pack the day before with some travel beers in and amongst the bottles.
Yell at people and perhaps regret not entering the SS action, but there are four more weekends, and I gotta pre-reg to save those $5 you know.
Because $5 is a lot of money? Dunno. Just an excuse, I guess.