there was a man who knew how to hit bottom!

Of interest: where there's smoke there's fire, and the valley is full up from this ride cancelling Big Sur Fire. What a kick in the teeth. Ride? Modified/maybe cancelled.

And as far as lots of smoke and mirrors- here is the Sinyard "apology" if you are into such things. I will comment this far: bullshit. If this were a sincere mistake, then it were required for the big red S to retroactively unfuck the other little people they've legalistically ramrodded. Closest to my heart being Revelate Designs, nee Epic Bags, one dude in Alaska making bags in his garage who (as far as I can tell) started the frame-bag phenomenon. And it is a phenomenon. And if Sinyard actually cared, he'd cease and desist the corporate Grinchyness. Stink, Stank, Stunk.


And, if you have the issues with the hip:

He's using a lacrosse ball, and I'd recommend (starting, anyways) using a tennis ball as it is softer and easier on your tender beginner self. You can roll over onto the affected side and weight the ball further around to the front into your Tensor Fasciae Latae muscle also. Play with it, noticing the tender spots and focus on them. It gets easier and less painful with repetition. Get a foam roller and roll that IT band and Vastus Lateralis. Or else.

...if everthing passes, what's passed remains.

I been feeling blue. Not riding. It's been rainy. Increasing grumpiness, creeping dis-ease.







Today I went for a ride. I performed some beneficial feats of combined engineeringickal thinking and strength to clear trail. I had a beer for lunch.


Shortly after putting wheels to dirt, my head opened up and the problems that had been concerning me were revealed to have other (better) possible responses than I'd been considering. Next, I was able to be right there right then for the skiddy rear wheel drifts all over those bumps and swales on a skinny unfolding of tacky dirt in between trees; right then right there for the point it and rip it. I love riding bikes, and I love big tyres.

When I got home, I rolled my IT bands and worked on the tennis ball.

I feel better now.

That is all.

are you listening, mobsters?

And, plus I been using the foam roller. (Just like I preach, but never practice.)



Oh, my that's exquisite. But it really, really works. 1o times per leg, and by 6 I think about quitting. At 8, it's crying time.