Snot (cycle lingo within)

The Krewit Sisters saying goodbye after I trashed my wheel again.

So on Saturday I finally get Thrasher out of the rack and we decide on Singlespeeds because...well that is what he is good at. Schuck shows up, fresh from the flu, says he had Thurs, Friday in his legs already, wasn't sure about how hard he wanted....already tired from yesterday....tapper off....need a rest...blah, blah, blah.

Schuck always takes off out of the shute, like there is a pot roast waiting somewhere. We headed out to Blue Ribbon for the usual Schuck big ring warm up. I am feeling queezy already because it is after noon and all I had for breakfast was a protien shake and whatever was left on my kids plate, along with four quarts of fork java. Thick and powerful. I need food to offset the Starbucks benz.

Anyway, I get just past the first climb on Blue Ribbon and clink, my chainring loses a nut and that does it for me. Rather than trash the ring, like these pythons are known for doing with all five nuts bolted and intact, I decide to bail and head back to the car. I pretty much scrubbed the workout. Oh, I remember why we were doing singlespeeds. I had broken a spoke and needed to get it fixed on the voodoo, so I went home and got the geared bike and went to the shop.

Mark, lacing my wheel with bionic mega spoke.

Sunday we decided to do Chubb after bailing on Lost Valley at the trail head after seeing a couple riders coming in from the morning ride, again, it was after noon. They were all loaded down with snot. Seems a little strange, the sun had been out for a few days, the wind had been blowing, things should be dry. Naw. Not only was Lost Valley filled with snot, but the entire lower half of Chubb was just about a snotfest. The local equine had some sort of gallop party or something because the post digging was severe. We lost Bauer for while, his way of showing disgust over the route and the little specks of mud on his drive train. We were covered in snot. Mark just falls back and does his deal. We were all on gears, Thrasher hooked up with us just as we were approaching the tracks. Again, on his single speed. Long story short, Thrasher and I pulled away from Schuck and Bauer and ripped the Tyson side. Coming out of the woods I broke another spoke and sucked my derailleur in to my wheel breaking it off, I was done, again.

I did it again today, at Castlewood, a snot filled ride on its own accord. Time to re-lace those pretty Chris Kings eh? I am certain it is my fat ass that is causing the problem. Mark and Cody were to the rescue, as they always are for me when I trash out my stuff. I can't thank them enough. They will get their own story.

Ploch and Bauer attacking a paceline of school bus 1's and 2's.