What was I saying?
Oh, yeah:
from a half serious post on facebook:
Sometimes if you get enough discomfort it actually turns into fun.
And then I think- What? Are you nuts? Wreck your bike with water, salt, and grit,...
Well, OK- there wasn't any water. But we had discomfort! And wind. And the wreck your bike with grit? Being the conscientious bikester that I am, I had just blasted the chain on the red bike with chain lube. I wiped off the excess, too. Or I thought I did. When I put the bike back in the truck to go home, the back end of the bike looked like it had been breaded by Colnol Sanders.
No fault to anyone who turned back. All kidding aside, the headwind on the bike trail was ferocious. The day was perfectly clear, and clean as it gets, but that wind was actually throwing sand in our faces. I thought I was crawling along in second gear, and then I looked back and found that we'd lost a bunch of people. When we re grouped, getting to the Pier was totally like the Mount Everest Death ride into the teeth of hell fun adventure. But we made it. We even got chili fries, warm stale coffee, and a bottle of Mountain Dew for our trouble. And a Hard Core Prize.
Oh yeah. We also got to watch the wind actually pick up some while we stopped for food. We got to ride back from Huntington Pier to the Santa Ana River with that jet stream wind blasting us along like a bunch of two wheeled kites. We were just riding that sandstorm like a wave. Just like flying. Just all kinds of fun.
And I had to take the chain off the red bike to get it clean. I dunked it in a little gasoline, and flushed out about half a teaspoon of grit. But that's why you get the Hard Core Prize.
John M
