It's been a while since my last night ride, so last night I loaded up on spare warm clothes, made sure the batteries were all charged, and headed up into the Rattlesnake. I was hoping to make it to the top of the Ravine trail before I had to switch on all the lights, and despite my poor excuse for "legs" i managed to pull it off. The picture below sucks, but you get the idea, nice colors from the remnants of the sunset were my reward. Before heading down Ravine, I took a quick little drink to warm up the bones for the descent.
Riding the Ravine trail in the daylight can be tricky enough if you don't know all the turns, and whatnot, but make everything pitch black, and you better have either your A game, or zero desire to go fast. I'd like to think I hung out right between those two options, never getting too gnarly, but not riding the brakes. Good times, and as with any trip down the Ravine trail, you better be ready to ride back up unless you want to just ride pavement back to town. The climb worked me over like a load of laundry, and I was wishing I had me a 22 in the rear. Oh well, I finally dragged my ass to the top, and with the extra chill in the air tossed on a jacket, warmer gloves, and pulled the leg warmers down so they covered all skin. I kept rocking the flimsy PBR cycling cap, because I felt like. After polishing off the contents of the flask, I headed back to town via Dropout, stopping every now and again to check out the glow of lights from the city.
In other news, SSCXWC09 is taking place over in Portland this weekend. I was hoping to find me a Sugar Momma in time for the race, so I could afford to go over there and live it up for a weekend with fellow singlespeeders and Hockett, but alas, I am poor and will be spending the weekend in the Zoo Town. It looks like they are keeping the course top secret, and scrapped the Saturday qualifier idea for a big old party. Those Portland folk know how to do things up right. I'm hoping that someone who isnt paid to ride bikes, and looks like they were rolled off a curb, wins this one.
Montana's got its State Championships this weekend, and even though I would love to pretend like I know what I'm talking about, I dont have a clue who is gonna win. It's too obvious to guess that Man and Woman Curry are gonna take it, but you never know, plenty of folks looks spooky strong. If i had my way, there would also be a coed tag team class, where you pick a partner of the opposite sex, and are forced to alternate laps. One bike, two people, ride a lap, pass off the bike, try to keep the legs moving, wait nervously, get bike back from partner, ride next lap. That could be more entertaining than a room full of monkeys on crack. Maybe I'll make my way onto the Montana Racing board of whatever, and get this as an option, stranger things have happened.
Enough of this rambling. Happy Friday, enjoy the weekend, try the veal, and don't forget to tip your servers.
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