Thursday was a hot and humid ride. We've been lucky to avoid this so far, but I guess the solstice marked the beginning of summer and it has all changed. The air was so thick you felt like you were breathing water. Every once in a while when I've planned to ride I suddenly feel unmotivated to get out. It's pretty rare for me to feel that way, but it happens. I always know that once I start pedaling I'm glad I got on the bike. Thursday was one of those days. The thing is, I couldn't figure out why I was feeling this way. I'd taken a couple of days off the bike to catch up on stuff and should have been chomping at the bit. No matter, it of course turned into a good ride, a solo combo of Gambrill and the Shed, swinging through one of the trails where there was a bear sighting last week. I had my eyes peeled but I didn't spot any. My flow was on but when I got done I felt like my pace was a bit slow. Turns out I had a disc brake pad that was dragging pretty heavily. That was the result of a brake swap I did with the Kelly, she still needs some TLC to get back on the trail and the brake on the Surly was having issues. So, I robbed Peter to pay Paul and had one ride on the Surly that was OK. Guess things finally settled in and left me with the dragging brake. Reshimmed Friday night and all was well again.
Got home and savored this bottle of Duvel. Tasty stuff. When I was in Belgium a few years ago this stuff cold be found in every bar large and small, as common as Budweiser is in America. I was in heaven.
Speaking of bears, this mountain biker was riding down in area we like to hit. He got off lucky.
And here's a rather bizarre bear story with a pretty lame ending. This bear did not get off lucky. You mean to tell me Germany could not have one single bear within it's borders???
Jay and I hit Michaux State Forest in PA on Saturday, I'll report later. Short story: sweet trails.
Sunday was a rain out on a monster scale. We are still getting dumped on. If you are on the East coast you know what I'm talking about. If not, check the weather report for the Maryland region. Wet is an understatement. I played bike mechanic instead of riding. In a way it was kind of good, I've got a backlog of work as you can imagine from recent posts and the Michaux ride left the Surly creaking like an old man's knees.