Tuesday, I opted for spin through Penasquitos Canyon with the hardtail. After riding the UZZI around for that last while, the hardtail felt like a flatland rocketsled out a PQ. It felt really good carry a good grip of speed under your own power without the assistance gravity. I knew I was going to be riding the following day, but I could not help myself, I rode like I was not going to ride the next month.
Of course that was all fine and dandy until about 3/4th of the way the ride, my body reminded me that I’m at least a couple dozen jelly doughnuts and a growler full of Imperial Stout shy of being “In Shape”. It was just about this time that I ran into one of my friends out on the trail. There must be some kind of quantum physics formula that shows that if you meet a friend on the trail and your legs are at least medium rare on the “cooked” scale, said friend will be a hammerhead who will crush your punie little girly man legs into jello. (Make sure to read it with the “Hanz and Franz” accent)
So there was no cool down cruiser back to the trailhead for me. I was able to hold on (for the most part) and I felt good, good and worked over, back at the truck. It good afternoon ride on a bike.
WEBSITE NOTE: My PQ page is way way out of date. With all the crap with the “Tunnels”, Del Mar Mesa, and the destruction of “Intestines”, I have opted to staying out of that politically charged mess (at least from the website perspective). If the dust ever settles I will update will update the page then.