On average, I have to say tonight’s ride sucked. The camaraderie was good. About half of the actual riding was fun. Dinner was great. The uphill parts of the riding absolutely sucked. Being wet, sweaty, muddy, and gritty sucked. Losing half of a pair of $45 USD Da Kine gloves sucked. Getting the inside of my FJ80 covered with mud sucked. Spending more time hosing down the bikes than riding time sucked. Dropping my light when cleaning up and breaking it sucked. I’m effing salty about this whole escapade now. When it started raining, I should have just gone the F home. I thought it would be OK, and besides, we hadn’t really gone on a mud ride in a while. I joked at dinner that we had to do one of these once in a while to remind ourselves not to do it. This was before I realized I lost the glove and before I broke the light. Great F I was right! I am so unbelievably pissed right now. Screw this sh*t! Double F!
Pictures here
D = 4.07 km (2.53-miles), Vavr = 7.6 km/h (4.7-mph), Vmax = 33.3 km/h (20.7-mph), T = 32-minutes (actual trail time about an hour, standing in the rain trying to figure out if we should ride or not about half-an-hour, hosing off the bikes about an hour)
Are you kidding me!? You were the one that kept suiting up before the ride even as the rain came down while Chuck and I wanted to hide in the car. Made the Rafute taste even better!
Somebody just needed to say, “no”. 🙂