This week has been a little slow. Week seemed longer than normal. Not sure why.
Anyway, the other day I was able to grab some photos of what appears to be a person doing covert training in our backyard.
The person is unaware of my taking the photos. She knows now obviously. She may get mad at me.
On another topic, I decided to race the local Wednesday evening Summer Mountain Bike Series. Wednesday was the first of the series. I typically do not participate, but got the itch to join.
What was the outcome you ask? I got spanked. No top end plus we are not really "training" this year.
This also happened at the race...
Was not even 200 yards into the race then slam! One of my pedals struck an old tree stump. Fraction of a second later I am flat on the deck. Quickly realized my handlebars were facing the wrong way and my rear shifter was displaced.
I was able to fix the issue and jump back on the bike. At this point my motivation was limited, but finished it out and caught four riders I think.
The race wrapped up and while I was changing clothes, I felt an odd sensation in my arm. Looked down and noticed a nice slice in the skin. Lucky for me Sandy enjoys tending to such injuries. She did a heck of a job cleaning it out. Give the girl a pair of tweezers and she is methodical at picking dirt out of a wound. Reminiscent of this...
Hmm, maybe I should attend one of her backyard covert training classes. Or maybe pre-ride a trail I have not ridden in a couple of years.
On a positive note, these arrived...
Love some new tires.
Enjoy your weekend folks.