Another monkey death.
Before heading off to Illinois for the holiday weekend, I discovered my '06 BB7 front break was on the brink of death. Luckily I was saved by a 4th of the July sale and a new bb7 was on the way and scheduled to be in before this weekend. Earlier this week, plans for a long day in the woods with a post ride swimming hole (summer rules in full effect) were set in motion. This meant my current gear would leave me suffering for the day unless I could remedy my current lack of cog options. My flooded/stolen cogs are out of stock in the sizes I need so I hustled to get a replacement 19t in time. By Friday night everything came together and the bike was ready for a full day of action.
Ti colored '06 rear.
black is the new silver '09 front.
Being on forced frugal fundage, I only ordered a single replacement brake as the rear one is still going strong. As luck would have it the disparity of model year colors would notch me another Cooperization point. The rear matches the ti color and the front now blends aesthetically with the black carbon fork and red & black of the DT Swiss hub. Accidentally aesthetics.
Ready to head out.
Ever wonder why I take so many photos of the bikes on the rack before we leave?
For insurance purposes.
Rack fail.
And to think he was just bragging about how his homemade el-cheapo rack build has lasted so many years despite being designed as a temporary solution. Lock-tite fail or
MJ forgot to tighten the bolt fail? I'm betting the latter. Just don't tell Jeffy.
The Hippopotatree on the new road bypass section to Moss Creek.
Temps were on the hot side, but the humidity was finally bearable, making the ride along the N/S trail perfect. Trail conditions were pretty sublime however several sandy corners were super sketch along with some recent deep gravel refilling. A few trees down, but nothing like the ice storm damage. The trail is such a wonderful trail. Point to point trails just flow so well and give the feeling of being out there.
Flutterby's seemed to like me yesterday.
Must be because I'm so sweet.
The lake was having drag boat races Saturday and as we got into Pisgah Point we stopped alongside the lake edge to watch a few runs. Last year about this time it was 8ball and I on the N/S trail late in the evening trying to escape the heat by timing it around a night time finish. The drag boats were there then too, along with a drunk couple fornicating in the woods just feet from the trail. Like I said before nothing like a point to point trail to make you feel "out there."
Trail side slider adjustment.
We did an out and back on the N/S then hit the Canal Loop up for a lap after refilling bottles. The Canal Loop used to be a Tsali-esque rollercoaster of a trail. Very beginner friendly and fun. Not so much anymore. It's really chopped up and become a beat down. It could have been my low blood sugar haze combined with the hottest time of day, but I was hating life for much of the loop. Though, had my stomach let me consume some calories I'd probably have felt differently.
Lake overlook.
Post ride we hit up the Moss Creek Recreational area and enjoyed some cold beverages and watching the smoking chicks in bikinis on the beach. We relaxed and cooled off in the deep cool water of Kentucky lake as the "tides were coming in." A few kids playing near us on an inflatable boat thought the waves coming off the boats were the tide. The one in the boat told MJ that he better not flip his boat over or he'd be madder than a bull with a red flag. Then we got to listen to a mother bitch about her daughter bitching while daddy just paddled farther out in his raft. And the bikini girls were really smoking, not the smoking hot kind, the filtered camel kind with skin of
fine Corinthian leather. MJ thought he caught site of a free boob too, but alas, it turned out to be a baby's head. Welcome to Kentucky.
