21 January 2010 - 6:41Dear Thom…

I was going to prattle on about bikes today, but now I’m not.

Over the last few months, I have had a little more free time to cruise other people’s blogs. One of those new blogs I have started haunting every day, is the very amusing blog of Thom Parsons. Thom is a spry young feller I met for the first time halfway up the ridiculous climb up to Raider Ridge in Durango at SSWC09. He had just woken up from a mid hike siesta, and had spied some of our crew in the B29 colors.

He perked up and asked if George was around. Apparently he had seen this blog before, and knew of our awesome 29er prowess. Well, wasn’t he embarrassed when he saw me. I arrived on the scene about 20 minutes later, where someone took this awful picture. Sadly, I was recovering from a very uncomfortable Trundle-ectomy, and wasn’t in my best shape. Unless you count Homer Simpson as a shape.

I, on the other hand, was horrified that there was not in fact ” a Cure” waiting for me just around the corner. They lied to me!

Well, we made nice and all, and eventually Thom rode away from us with the grace of one of those gazelle like things you see on the Discovery Channel. Or maybe the grace of a Unicorn, not sure, I was still looking for the Cure.

Well, now it’s late January. Thom has professed to a temporary lifestyle of sloth and hibernation. It’s a New England thing. I get it. I live here too, and it sucks sometimes. But fat you are not my friend, and I’d be willing to bet, that you could still kick my ass in a race to a freshly opened box of DuDos Munchkins.

My little glimmer of hope got a little bit better when Thom announced he was headed out to SSUSA in Tucson. SWEET! Someone else I can gripe about the crappy New England weather and getting fat with. He has also since decided to add 19 gears to his bike, which is something I applaud him for, because now his “singlespeed cred” has dropped down one level closer to mine.

And hopefully he’ll bring his singlespeed to Arizona, and not his new XX equipped steed (which I hear he has named Pegasus). Either way, I’ll be looking forward to crossing paths with him again.