It was time to point a bike towards a long-running annual Par-Tay out west, but life was doing it’s best to get in the way. Continue reading Tearing Myself Away to Ride
All I had was another 500+ miles to ride to get home for a day before venturing onward with Karen to the next party. Unfortunately, there was a weather system to fight through to get there. Continue reading Home in a Hurry, A Wet Part 4
And herewith, my dear and cherished friends have screwed me over again.
They have conspired to schedule two wonderful fun-filled, food-filled, and riding-filled parties on consecutive weekends… on opposite sides of the country (and we’re not talking Lichtenstein). This will require me to haul ass from our home in Ann Arbor all the way out to California (through several mountain ranges), back home to pick up Karen, and then haul ass out to the Chesapeake Bay Area (the land of boats and righteous crab cakes), all in just over two weeks.
Damn them. Just damn them to hell. Continue reading 2017 SPITS – Introduction and Day 1
As described in the post from two days ago, I’m trying to get home in record time so Karen and I can ride down to the SCUM run in South Carolina next weekend. Yesterday’s challenges were heat and wind. Who knows what plagues awaited me today. Continue reading Mad Dash Day Three
As is so often the case Karen and I were faced with multiple parties on consecutive weekends on opposite side of the country. Continue reading Home from one party and out for another