North Georgia next week + paltry miles last week = No fun.
I had to call for back-up. The 1986 eversteady Fuji Del Rey, salvaged from my brother-in-law in San Diego has come out of cold storage. Some Simple Green and a shot of chain lube and there it stood, alert and ready for action. Some slow, heavy pavement miles are just the thing to snap some depth back into the legs in time for some brutal climbing up at Bull Mountain.
I may pick on road biking, but never on my personal road touring bike, the 1986 Fuji Del Rey. A simple search of its name in this blog will yield a rich and storied past between myself and that steel beauty.
I could talk about so much more, but what is there to say?
I fight on. War is hell.