Work is a bitch for the old Blog. My time has been flip-flopped since the past few weeks. I find now that instead of riding lots and working little, I'm now working a tonne and riding where-ever I can squeeze ti in. Welcome to the real world.
Over the past few weeks, small adventures have been happening here and there. I'm stoked to be home and riding all of the old school trails of PEI. The singletrack isn't as epic as BC, and finding 5 hours of ride is tight here and there, but this time of year its a little more slack.
A few weeks ago was my first weekend in 5 weeks that wasn't consumed by racing. The boys and I headed over the the big city for some bachelor party action-jacksion. The night was consumed with much drinking, strippers and streaking. I felt the old familiar hangover the next morning filled with greasy breakfast, something I hadn't experienced in a good many months. It was good to get it out of the system and taste mortality again.
The next week however, it was back to the racing legs as me and couple fellas headed over the NS for some old-school MTB racing. 5 minutes in I took the lead and kept the tempo high, but not insane as I found I developed a steady gap over the field. It wasn't until the last half hour of the race that I noticed Lamp Chops bearing down on me as he unleashed an attack that I haven't seen since Canada Cup time. The decent was beauty fast we ripped in our big-rings as hard as we could.
On the first climb of the last lap, I heard some bones creaking behind me as TT was on my tail. The old fella managed to conceal his oxygen tank under his jersey as he showed me a taste of old school racing ripping past me on the climb. After that, I promptly faded and coasted in to take 3rd place. Old man Tomlin took the win, beating out the young punks.
The third is no win, but good times were had by all, and a road trip with the boys is refreshing no matter the time of year.
The single speed bug is biting at full force now, and I find myself riding the gearie not much at all. Our love affair happens only periodically throughout the year as travel and racing plans seem to be the overbearing wife with the chastity belt.
There is race in Freddy-town this weekend and I love not knowing whether I'm going to go until the night before, we'll see how the legs feel. If the crew does go over to the main land, its going to be the SS that gets the love though.
