Monday, March 8, 2010

When snot rockets go wrong

Got out for my second outside ride of the season, Curvy Butt's first outdoor ride, and the first metric century of the year (west Carleton loop). Whoot.
Beauty day. +9 degrees Celsius (that's 48.2 in Farenheit Yanks).

Sometimes it works . . .

(caption this)
. . . sometimes it don't.
The wind can be a bugger sometimes.

Crossing the Carp escarpment we rode by this.
Don't know if someone found them or forgot them.

Curvy Butt was getting the hunger pangs on the way home and broke down and ate two whopper peanut butter cups. Result - it upset his belly. Suited me fine cause it slowed him down so I could sit on his wheel.

Only saw four or five other riders out Saturday. Two roadies actually acknowledged us, one even waved. I place not being accepted by the roadie masses squarely on Curvy Butt's bodacious shoulders for wearing grey socks . . . everyone know that roadies don't wear grey socks when they ride. Pfffttt.


Golonghardman said...

Good on ya, I got in a 70 k'er Sunday and a 40k'er Sat, Sunday's ride was embelished by a very heavy mid ride breakfast buffet which made it impossible to get down in the drops as I fought the massive headwind and the urge to regurgitate my gorgeous bacon, and sausage filled shmorgashbord, I prevailed on both counts...

the original big ring said...

Clap-clap-clap . . . I salute you. Filling your face, with bacon nonetheless, and getting on the bike bursting at the seems . . . I look up to you sir. Clap-clap-clap.