Somewhere out there in the woods on Stage 2 of the Trans-Sylvania Epic, I decided that when the race was over, I was going to take my cute, tiny computer (as Matt Hawkins refers to it) off my handlebars. I can't remember how long ago I put it back on... last October... for something?
It was nice for helping in the planning of the route for Tour duh Charlotte, and by default, it's just stayed on there. Laziness? More than likely. Required gear at PMBAR. The clock to remind me when to eat at TSE. Otherwise pointless.
Well, on Stage Four whilst riding in the rain, it died. Funny, but that was the day that I caught Matt Green (flats), went into third, and would have really liked to know how many more miles I had to go until the finish. I got back home, tore the back off, let it dry out, and it worked again. Now it goes back in storage.
Of course, I open my big mouth Tuesday and profess my love for my hard tail, and then Bill Nye sends me a text Wednesday afternoon.
"Stop in the Spoke Easy and check out my new frame."
Patrol Carbon from Transition Bikes. So pretty... boner maker.
Oh yeah, come up with $3,200 first. Plus some more doll hairs for the other things.
Maybe I'll just ride his and do my best to hate it.
Trying so hard to remember or forget if this was fun or stupid.
TruckerCo posted up a test comparing its Cream sealant against one of the leading competitors.
make your decisions (and save some money). My testing has just involved not getting flats all the time. Not very scientific, but I did bail on my career path as a science teacher after my first two years of college.
No blerhg tomorrow. Up early and heading out to Charleston...
No, not that horrible town by the ocean where tourists flock to a place where people used to sell other people so they can buy trinkets and whatever else they choose to dispose their income on in the pursuit of happiness. West Virginia. Close to heaven on earth as you can get. Also a big river, huge free concert, a cool brewery, and a nifty environment to walk around and look at people. Oh, and mountain biking in the Kanawha State Forest.
FYI: I just fist bumped myself.