Out of the office scenes
In attempts to lose the extra pounds of fatty slack that now surrounds my waistline, bulges my XXC kit like a pair of Wal-Mart stretch pants in line for the Golden Corral chocolate fountain and slows me down like fat camp escapee making a getaway uphill on a found downhill bike, I have been forcing myself to get out and do some longer rides on work time (which just translates into working evenings). One of my favorite rides this week was a just under 3 hour road ride that had me finding a totally awesome framed photo of The King (circa on the cusp of Fat Elvis) along the road. “In the ghetto….”
I also found myself taking a hilly, 2.5 mile, deep gravel connector road to avoid some high traffic roads.
Let’s just say 25c tires at 100+ psi and a front derailleur that picked a fine time to not want to get into the 34, had me out of the pedals and on my feet for about 50 yards or so up the first hill. Oh well, my butt wanted a break anyway. The downhill was fun of course with only the bare maximum of fish tailing and “oh shits!”
Today’s rain showers have forced me indoors, pushing pixels and dropping words for the next XXC. Back to work, thanks for letting take a break to talk about The King (and my slack rolls).