Tuesday, January 28, 2014

In Search of a Route That Never Happened

A shorter evening ride with a few hills with nothing too special. Tonight's journey from Mill Creek where I was spit out at the Muttart and really didn't know where to go. So a ride up to downtown was had where hordes of drunk and I'm guessing *Rob Forded teenagers looked a tad menacing but didn't seem to care about the middle aged looking guy riding the bike. I flirted with the idea of downtown riding at dusk and it was deemed incredibly stupid in a redneck city without back lights, I quickly descended back down into the welcoming valley where another hill was ummm... Conquered? Well, I eventually made it to the top of Forest Heights and turned around and made my way home where I was yelled at by a friendly dog walker because my lights were too bright for his dogs poor eyes.

the irresponsible dog owners truly are the greatest

* Yes, that means high. High on crack cocaine

Sore Legs and Pure Happiness

 "Fat bikes fucking rule" a guy yelled at me with an ear to ear grin as our fat bikes crossed paths deep in the tight treed single...