11 July 2012 - 9:20Cone of Silence
I’m not dead.
I have had a full week of activity though, which has made quality blogging next to impossible. I don’t like half assed posts, and really, who wants to read that kind of drivel anyways? I’m the sort of person that needs things to be a certain way to be able to be creative, and let’s just say my routine was far from normal last week.
Last Monday was a first for me, I saw my first ever Luna Moth. Shaun and I set out for an early AM ride to the Adam’s Camp area, and found this little guy on the trail. Not sure if it was alive or not, but I took a picture so it would last longer. These suckers are big, the wings are about 4″ wide. Figures I would see something like that with a full moon on deck.
Dejay appeared at my place, late on Monday night. I knew he was coming back, just not when exactly. With the 4th falling on a Wednesday, it was difficult to get into any kind of a rhythm. We tried to get some rides in, but the weather had other ideas. Instead I focused on trying to out cook Dejay, which is a fun game to play. He’s somewhat of a foodie, and I had to really step up my game. I came up with a bourbon brined steak with lemon pasta, which he said I won at. Damn skippy.
The fun only got better when Dough, Ginger and Omega showed up on Friday night, followed by T-hom. It was a full house. We stayed up way too late, made delicious food, and lots of empty bottles.
After a morning of bike shop, where several misbehaving forks were set straight, we set out on an afternoon ride to check out some of the SSUSA course, which is right around the corner. Conditions were great, and I really think folks will be pleased with the route. There were a lot of B29 kits in our group, and T-hom did quite a bit of filming. He may or may not have gotten footage of me coming within inches of slamming into a deer at full speed. It scared the crap out of me, but apparently the deer was not that freaked out. He only made 3 bounds deeper into the woods, and shot me a look that said “asshole” before going back to munching on leaves.
In a turn of events I was not planning for, Dejay found a new home for my A9C (aka Rambo), which caused Kermit to come out of retirement. Unfortunately, riding Black Sunshine all summer has severely diminished my singlespeeding skills, and really felt the ride like it was March, not July. Plus there were a bazillion little kinks I still need to shake out of Kermie before he’ll really be ready to ride again. Nothing quite like turning 3 bikes into 1 immediately before hitting the trails.
My dance card will be full all week again. With no day camp for the boy, the imminent VT MTB Festival, planning for SSUSA, and a host of other things, regular blog posting will be hit and miss.