Sunny Winter Days

This is my third full day in the sunny south west for the Holidays.  This year it's just Pops and I for Christmas and I am pretty darned excited.


Pops is in excellent form.  He stays busy with daily exercise, working in the yard and cleaning the house like any proper OCD person should.

I've managed to log two solid road rides thus far, a great start for much needed base miles.  Without a cloud in the sky today, I look forward to those coveted tan lines any cyclist from the mid-west appreciate this time of year.

Ride 3 - 70 degrees and waving cyclist. Am I in Elysium?

Duck tape is truly RIGHTEOUS!

Mistake of the day! Two fried chicken breasts before my ride.  

 Chew of the Day
 Neutral Milk Hotel - In The Aeroplane Over The Sea


Finally, "That Guy"

Everyone knows that guy.. The a-hole that just can't help but dig under your skin.  Today, that guy was a fellow cyclist.  Now, let me qualify this a bit before I start my rant.  I am by no means the "prototypical" cyclist.  I'm 6' 2" and according to my fellow cyclist a complete lard ass.  Anywho, I'd been on my bike for nearly three hours and I was on the final climb for the day.  I managed to catch up to "that guy" 15 meters before turning onto Pima Rd.  As I rode by, I removed my ear buds and gave a friendly hello.  With the wind behind me and a slight rolling descent, I turned the speed up considerably.  Fat boys love down hills!  At 27 mph, I turned around and saw Capt. Wheelsucker all up in my slipstream with crusty white lips and glazed eyes.  So, for shits and giggles I eased the pace and pulled off so he could pull through.  No Dice!  At this point I tried to engage him in conversation, nothing. OK!?!  I decided to accelerate beyond my limit (complete rookie move!).  At 33 mph, I sneaked a peak and this little turd was still hanging on for dear life.. Freaking hilarous and frustrating at the same time. In retrospect, I'm probably "that guy" for being such an agro road oscar.