Four days away from reality. Gonna be hard to step back in, especially after discovering that the earflap cycling cap I purchased with a gift certificate I won at a bike race has went missing over those four days.
Wednesday night, I went out in search of preThanksgiving joyfulness. I got this instead:
Gnarlube type video for Triflow thus stopping all sales of both brands forever.
At the house of the Gentle Ginger, ride plans were finalized for the next morning, I continued my beer desnobberizing project, and Team Nicky got his retro-bike prepped and shined.
The next day, the ride was scheduled to go off at 9:00AM at Sherman Branch. Some, including myself were to meet back at the scene of the previous night's crimes.
The Gentle Ginger was still asleep at 8:30AM. This was the scene at 8:50AM:
BKB kit in anticipation of a ride happening on the family trip to Oak Island.
All to rush back into town yesterday, unload the car, throw my bike on the rack, get my ass back in the woods for an hour or so, and then head to a very important meeting of massive self-importance. There was actual yelling. It was awesome.