Back to the commute

Rode The TS 100 last weekend. What a great weekend, guess sometimes we don't appreciate what we have. I've read numerous race reports and most folks really adore, if that's the right word, where I get to live and ride. That's kind of cool really.

Interested in how my race went, visit MTBR Norcal page, I posted it there. Very fun, but quite a test of my patience. LOL.

To the commute, back in the saddle after a couple rest days. Well one rest day, I ran on Tuesday, ouch. Yep, running...CX is right around the corner, a lil running helps the old legs in those hour grinds.

Only drawback is the legs are dead from the TS 100 and running. Was a good thing this morning though, as it was a strange commute. First, a cop car on the bike trail, tending to a very on fire car that either was abandoned or a homeless person. Marshmellows anyone?

Thinking it odd but enjoying the cool morning I cruised on....about 15 minutes later fate intervened for both me and Peter Cotton Tail. Sorry to say Ksyriums 1, Rabbit 0. I seriously thought I was going over the bars but I guess being on my my CX bike was lucky, rather than getting lodged in caliper brakes, this sad fellow wrapped himself into the left side front Canti.

And really wrapped himself, picture me standing in the dark shaking my bike trying to get the lil buddy to fall off. Unfortunately, that didn't happen. With the passing of another shocked and disgusted commuter, I used my arm warmer to unwrap my sad friend from Canti brake and fork.

Yes, EWWWWWWW. I couldn't even bring myself to drink from my waterbottle on the ride home, just the thought of possible....well you know.

Once Amanda gets home I'm heading out to give the CX bike a good cleaning for tomorrow.

So what's next, a lil poker with my bro in law on Friday and Soccer on Saturday. And of course yardwork and a short ride.

Till next time....Roger Rabbitkiller Lackey...out