Drank some beer at JF's house. Drank some more beer at JF's house. Tried to drink some water because I feared dehydration. Ended up drinking more beer when I realized how bad I am at beer pong.
Sunday found me out of bed nice and early to meet Buddy the Keg Breaker and Surly Bob for a group ride up in Jim Thorpe, PA. I've never ridden up that-a-ways, and I have returned a humble man.
About 30 miles into the ride, another clusterfuck chronicle, some flat change that was taking over a half an hour. Werner, a local, offers to take a short group of us on the shorter, but more technical way home. I'm feeling pretty whooped, so I tell Buddy I'm going to cruise on the short ride. He gives me the car keys, expecting to be back an hour past me.
5 miles into the 10 mile finish, I start cramping really bad. I'm out of water, and my focus is shattered. JT is not a place you want to ride without focus. I think I crashed more times in that last 5 miles than in my entire mountain biking existence - two of which twisted my now-swollen ankle the wrong way.
Bob tried to make me feel better about myself by showing that even riders with talent sometimes like to taste the dirt.I got back to the car to find a fresh Buddy and semi-fresh Bob halfway through their beers. Goddamn, so much for the short way home. After talking to ride-maestro Jamie, it turned out that our little group of 7 did the rest of the planned ride, and the other group cut out short. Close to 40 miles total, countless bruises, and a trashed pair of carbon handlebars later, I'm home. Happy to have survived and looking forward to faring a little better next time. Much thanks to Jamie and the Easy Riders for a great ride.