This weekend, my Saturday mountain bike plan A was was cancelled because my ride pal was hungover. I will not divulge the identity of said rider, but hope that she had a blast on Friday night. I ended up doing a 45 minute (that's right, not mile but minute) road ride in the bitter frigging cold.
Later, I attended the Guy's Racing kick off party in Conshy. They have kindly let the boy race for them in the fiercely competitive 10-12 year old category. I was horrified to see bevy of middle aged patrons standing around the bar watching the 'Nova game. As Blakely remarked, "What do they think, they're 20 and single?" I am sure the bar was in violation of about 46 codes.
Perhaps it's because I've watched the first two seasons of The Wire in the span of a week and a half but everywhere I turn I'm convinced I'm seeing drug deals. Conshy has evolved into this weird cross section of projects, yuppies, newly arrived middle classers (they need a name, preferably some sort of acronym) and last night, a bunch of cyclists. The aroma of pot mixed with wine bar and cheap cologne. I kept waiting for a police raid.
Sunday's early crappy weather curtailed a bike ride. I took the Tarmac to the shop to have my new Ruby handlebar installed. I waited for a year to see if I could adapt to the 40 but it's just no good. Princess Anne needs a 38. After dropping off the bike, the weather changed to glorious. Super duper since I was about to spend a few hours inside at the Red Bowl.
This year's RedBowl surpassed last year's and attracted all sorts of characters.
The North Bowl opened the entire venue to the event which made it less claustrophobic. Hey, when you're 5'1" space matters. It's a pain only seeing people's backs:
Highlights of the event included the trainer races. Damien finally won a race!
Of course, it almost killed him.
My money was on Kristen, but she stopped pedaling before it was over. Finish lines have been causing her problems lately.
So even though I didn't ride too much this weekend I got to hang out with some excellent people and talk about bikes. I'd be feeling a bit one dimensional except that tomorrow it's back to work. Oh yeah. Work.
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