a weekend of great friends, kick-ass food, good beer, and bunches of hours riding bicycles placed me in saturday evenings post ride pose.
after a completely funtastic morning on the Lickety Split, Scott "Monster" McConnell and i split off from the group to continue torturing our core temperatures and the ability to hold back vomit. we had a mid ride lunch at Hog Heaven Bar-B-Que, and i ate three spicy pickles because i am smarter than you and i got to continue to taste them periodically for about an hour or so.
Scott is the man on a ride. great conversation, dude NEVER stops smiling, and he'll run you into the ground. and that's what he did to me, for six straight hours. don't get me wrong, it was great, and much needed. however, one can only say, "Thank you. May I have another?" only so many times before one's body outranks one's mettle. i think i'm going to start the next ride off with a safety word. in fact, a couple hours after i peeled myself off the floor to clean up the mess that was me, i come to find out Scott had continued on to meet up with another bud about 15 miles away from where we split off and just kept going. you'll find him lining up for the Tour Divide this summer. it'll be just awesome.
once the stink and pity was scrubbed off like a Silkwood Shower, i headed off to Yazoo for a pint and a cheese plate. when i opened the door, that was the beginning of the end of the line, so i slid across the floor and snuck in on the brewery tour.
which put me out of the pan and into the fire. so a made it a quick visit, did the hug and slug thing, and the headed to Patrick's Bistreaux for some dinner. how was it? catfish po-boy the size of Hulk Hogan's biceps, and after visiting NOLA so many times... go there. it's good. all of it.
sunday morning brought my second Hickman County Gravel Grinder Association's Hickman County Gravel Road Ride. as always, awesome time. a new group ride that has yet to jump the shark, and likely won't as long as the guys in charge remain the guys in charge. i love this kinda ride so much, and it's popularity will grow, even if it's simply for lack of cars to deal with on the ride. but, like everything, it's only a matter of time before Specialized comes out with a gravel type specific bike. oh... damn.
everything was great until i realized there had been something wrong with my shoe, likely beginning on the previous day's outing, which repetitive motioned enough to bring about that certain amount of pain to call it off about at the half way point, and the same road we were parked on just a few miles away. did i mention it was uphill the whole way? whatever, whine moan groan. so i ended the day drinking beer and i took a bath.
so there you go. happy monday. i hope you make the right choice for your next adventure.
after a completely funtastic morning on the Lickety Split, Scott "Monster" McConnell and i split off from the group to continue torturing our core temperatures and the ability to hold back vomit. we had a mid ride lunch at Hog Heaven Bar-B-Que, and i ate three spicy pickles because i am smarter than you and i got to continue to taste them periodically for about an hour or so.
Scott is the man on a ride. great conversation, dude NEVER stops smiling, and he'll run you into the ground. and that's what he did to me, for six straight hours. don't get me wrong, it was great, and much needed. however, one can only say, "Thank you. May I have another?" only so many times before one's body outranks one's mettle. i think i'm going to start the next ride off with a safety word. in fact, a couple hours after i peeled myself off the floor to clean up the mess that was me, i come to find out Scott had continued on to meet up with another bud about 15 miles away from where we split off and just kept going. you'll find him lining up for the Tour Divide this summer. it'll be just awesome.
once the stink and pity was scrubbed off like a Silkwood Shower, i headed off to Yazoo for a pint and a cheese plate. when i opened the door, that was the beginning of the end of the line, so i slid across the floor and snuck in on the brewery tour.
which put me out of the pan and into the fire. so a made it a quick visit, did the hug and slug thing, and the headed to Patrick's Bistreaux for some dinner. how was it? catfish po-boy the size of Hulk Hogan's biceps, and after visiting NOLA so many times... go there. it's good. all of it.
sunday morning brought my second Hickman County Gravel Grinder Association's Hickman County Gravel Road Ride. as always, awesome time. a new group ride that has yet to jump the shark, and likely won't as long as the guys in charge remain the guys in charge. i love this kinda ride so much, and it's popularity will grow, even if it's simply for lack of cars to deal with on the ride. but, like everything, it's only a matter of time before Specialized comes out with a gravel type specific bike. oh... damn.
everything was great until i realized there had been something wrong with my shoe, likely beginning on the previous day's outing, which repetitive motioned enough to bring about that certain amount of pain to call it off about at the half way point, and the same road we were parked on just a few miles away. did i mention it was uphill the whole way? whatever, whine moan groan. so i ended the day drinking beer and i took a bath.
so there you go. happy monday. i hope you make the right choice for your next adventure.
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