Four days off. Four bike rides (sorta). Three mornings of an alarm to wake me up before I wanted to. Two alarms for some serious adulting and one for an early day of bike cycling.
Day one, get up Thanksgiving morning and go for the second shift ride.
All good rides start with a flat...
Day two, Black Metal Friday Run Bike Slam with the crew from The Spoke Easy.
Ride over to the shop. Drink beer. Receive mockery for non-metaling of my face.
Found this along the way:
Saturday was a quick solo ride at the US National Whitewater Center. No pictures, because enough picture taking already. Rode some, not all, some twice.
Extra bonus? Back at home with plenty of time for more wheelie practice. Discovered that it's much more difficult practicing the closer I am to total exhaustion.
Day Four. Sorta got Ferris Buellered again into going to Lake Norman. Different crew this time, so can't hold it against them.
Tom, Dave, and Kangalangamangus.
I'm so outta shape.