Three days off and the promise of some fitness. Go to bed Thursday night with the prospect of a rain-free window. Wake up and see that someone closed that window by quite a bit. In the name of all that is elevated heart rates and brain stimulus, I leave the house by bike headed towards trail.
Prepared for poopy weather.
Light rail to Clanton, to West Blvd... such sights over there.
Over to the park, one lap.
Anyways. Heavy rains stop as I get closer to my destination. I might still win.
Get over towards Renni, consider myself smart for jumping into the trail at the old Fruit Loop exit. Discover that the trail is in shambles, then figure out why. Construction. This piece of trail is now gone. Meh. Head the opposite direction hoping to find myself back on the trail. No. More construction.
Back out on the road and go back into the trail the proper way. Shame. Renni lost some good bits (and some distance). The rain holds off on this side of town for most of the ride, and I get in one of those rides that feels like I'm cheating at life.
Sunday, off to the mountains to with Kürdt and Bill Nye to meet up with Scott Rusinko, someone with whom I've never ridden casually, only with start and finish lines.
Decide to experiment with the (not yet available) Super 8 Strap from Backcountry Research.
So yeah, the route was selected for lots of climbing and the least amount of hike-a-bike possible yet with as much decent going down the mountain fun we could squeeze in.
Pisgah Tavern followed by the eating of 30% more calories than were burned on the day.