They had better bloody not. Ok for the meteorologically challenged Iâ€™ve included the entire Sierra Nevada range in that last comment. I have this perfect picture in my head of sun kissed singletrack, warm rides and cold beer. Three out of the four weather sites insist on something different and damper. The other one is hedging itâ€™s bets. Iâ€™m going with that one for now.
Still compared to spending another day in this (hopefully) final slap of winter, even warm rain seems almost too good to miss.
I have to pack my bike. This is likely to be a unmitigated disaster spiced up by tape which sticks to everything (cats, children, dinner) except the frame, serious bleeding due to aggressive wielding of the Stanley knife and a â€œMichelin Man” sized bike that exceeds the volume of the bag by 20% or so. Then Iâ€™ll go and fetch the hammer, and then theyâ€™ll be an argument and before I know it, Iâ€™m taking my hardtail because Iâ€™ve beaten the 5-Spot to within an inch of itsâ€™ life.
Remember that Fawlty Towers sketch when John Cleese is birching the car: â€œItâ€™s not like I havenâ€™t warned you is it, you are getting whatâ€™s coming to you, etc”. Thatâ€™s a metaphor ably describing my life at the moment.
We going with these people http://www.ciclomontana.com/ and riding trails like this:
Cupping my electronic ear, Iâ€™m picking up some angst racing down the information super highway. Canâ€™t quite make it out, something like â€œplucky flooking bar steward”.
Four days riding, beer scheduled to start at breakfast and much fun to be had with like minded friends 🙂