Rain....

Rain..I used to love rain. The East Coast goodness of Pisgah just isn't the same without slippery roots and rocks from an over abundance of moisture.

Here on the Front Range though...Rain sucks...rain causes the Bentonite clay in our soil to become a sticky goo that sticks to everything and ultimately becomes a immovable monster upon your rig..Even if you could ride you don't want to be on the trails....slobbery nasty trails...pfft...so much better when dry.

There's supposed to be a ride tomorrow night on the Big Green Hill..Good thing we're meeting at Ironworks for some pre ride pints...maybe post ride too...as much rain is fallin...may not be much singletrack to be ridden.

So the weekend cometh and my heart grows heavy...all year long I had hoped to go to the Crested Butte Classic but alas life came along and kicked me in the mountain oysters. Wondering if I have it in me to at least complete Death March Dave's Big Fall Ride.

Hmmm...still recovering from the Flu and suffering lingering effects on the bod, 50 miles or so from the middle of no where heading towards the cool town of Lyons on a mostly rocky in rooty singletrack route that Dave's picked out from a source of goat trails mostly known only to him. At least my favorite cough syrup will be waiting at the end. Decisions, decisions...