S’quatch and I started to head west to the Lines Tract trail, or “Linetrack” as I prefer to say it, but the radar was not looking good and it was already raining here in town. In my efforts to not ride I proposed many bizarre scenarios like, “I only want to ride if we can go by a pawn shop, a city park, and a taco stand. I’m not in the mood for anything else.” Or, “Why don’t we take the road bikes out to the Live Oak Connector trail.”
All my negotiations got me was a car ride to Computer Tutors, allowing us to skip the sloppy cross-traffic section of the ride and go straight to the mud. Wreckin’ Ball joined us, much to S’quatch’s chagrin, and we rode the Northside regulars. My bike was such a dirty mess last night I could hear parts falling off in my sleep.
That’s all. I rode my bike. It ought not be big news here on a cycling blog, but alas, it is a fairly major event.