So the jury is still out on the hand down situation, I haven't been questioned by USACycling, so I think we are okay.
BEAR MOUNTAIN
I have been wanting to do this for some time now… The views, the quiet roads, the elevation, etc. It just looks like a super time. I decided I didn’t want to drive down the Alabama (or Mullica Hill) for the race, so I decided to try and organize something up north. I managed to recruit Soundz that morning and met him up at a Stony Point park and ride. Jimmy hooked me up with some more roads on my loop than just the out and back, which I mentally can’t handle.
We head up the first of the climbs and it reminds me of the Stoopid 50 double track climbs. Except on a road bike, which makes it a little easier. Twist and turn up to the top and we all stick together and chat our way up to Perkins. Climb around the gate, and up some more. Was kind of nice to not have to worry about any cars coming up the climb at us. Tons of leaves and sticks all over the place from the breezy Friday we just had. Jimmy is just about to crack but I motivate him to give me one more final effort to the top. WOOOO! We see the porta-johns and enjoy the view for a tad. I stole some of Jimmy’s photos because I was too busy enjoying the view.
Jimmy AKA Micheal Jackson
It was peaceful, quiet, no noise could be heard. Even the wind was quiet. Then the gate opened up.
Loud, screaming, too many people. Okay, time to leave.
Jimmy and I try and break the sound barrier on some of the downhills, but we are both too skinny.
The longer, falser flatters are tougher than the climbs for me. So deceiving.
I run into my co-worker who does tons of hiking on Seven Lakes Drive and chat it up for a tad. We run into some guy who dumped his motorcycle on an even more back road and make sure he isn’t dead. Some guy in a minivan had a flare. Does everyone have flares in their car besides me?
Catch a wheel sucker back on 9W and we are back without anyone dying. I had a good time and I’m glad Soundz was able to make it.
Starving, as always, we see a pizza place across the street. I’m not sure what to expect, but we give it a shot. They had tacos on the menu. TACOS?! I had to get one. Along with some pizza. It was actually pretty damn good, and it cemented me wanting to come back up and park here again. And do the same loop, if not a tad longer, again. Soon. I’m sure it gets extra cold up here, so maybe I missed the window, but I now have it in the library of things to do on a weekend that we have nothing to do. Maybe with more humans?
Sunday I've been itching to get out on the mountain bike, so I headed over to Six Mile from home. I was thinking about a more gnarly place, but I didn't want to shatter my "I'm still a good mountain biker even though I haven't ridden it" image in my head. So I played it safe. Sweet tail wind on the canal path. Ran into Jay, Kelly and JJ. Then saw the mystery man himself, Colin. It seemed like anyone who was anybody was at Six Mile at one point or another yesterday. Towards the middle of the ride I was getting into the zone of mountain bike handling. Felt weird as hell the whole time though. Just standing up and pedaling that thing was awkward. I then had to deal with the super stiff headwind 30 minutes home on the path. Blah. Just long enough to want to die.
Spent the rest of the day watching the neph, who is a riot.
Wanted to check out my shades hard.
HOUSE
Counting down the hours. Just waiting on the mortgage stuff at this point, which should be finalized by the 6th. Then comes the important stuff; Skimming sheetrock over Plaster vs Ripping down walls vs repairing, tiles, appliances, cabinets. I feel like life will be on hold for a good month and a half while we figure this out. Which is fine. Life can wait while we build a home. Thankfully we are in a good situation in terms of being able to repair this stuff before we move in. Both of us do not want to live in a construction zone.
That should do. The time change is messing with my head and I'm STARVING.