Nicely, I’m formally “that man.”
Who’s “that man?”
Nicely, the man in Lycra sitting within the ready room on the storage ready for his automotive, in fact:
My hope was that that it will be prepared by the point I used to be completed driving and I may seize my footwear and modesty shorts out of it earlier than settling up, however alas right here I’m, and mentioned gadgets are manner up there on the raise. So I really feel like a nude camper whose bathing go well with has been run up the flagpole.
I’m additionally typing this on my telephone. That is the primary time in 35 years of motorcycle running a blog that I’ve ever tried a publish on my telephone, and writing in T9 is even tougher than you’d suppose it will be, let me let you know.
As for the journey I took, I’m happy to report that the Milwaukee has formally made its red-color (or technically copper-color) debut:
In keeping with my Strava pink bikes should not sooner, although this one actually felt prefer it was. I don’t know if it was the psychological tailwind from the brand new end, or the inadvertent tune-up it obtained throughout the reassembly course of, or simply the truth that I’ve been driving a 34 year-old bonded aluminum Trek for the previous few weeks, however wow did it really feel good–and I daresay it appeared good, too:
Although I can’t say the identical about myself:
Oh, I’m house now, so I’m again on an actual pc, and so from right here on in I can now not blame typos, poor syntax, inept formatting, and so on. on the truth that I used to be tapping away at a tiny telephone display screen.
Talking of tight clothes, you could recall that I lately broke in a brand new stretchy outfit:
And through that journey I used to be threatened by a goose:
Nicely, on right this moment’s journey I as soon as once more encountered the identical goose household:
I used to be going to take refuge on this derelict porta-potty:
Which I imagine I’ve featured earlier than owing to its reassuring message:
However I figured demise by goose was higher than demise by scorching porta-potty (it was already like 80 American Freedom Levels or one thing), and mercifully this time they let me go:
Better of all, I managed to not moist myself in concern, although as soon as I used to be protected I discovered a spot to alleviate myself that was not a plastic field:
Whereas the truth that the geese let me go may imply they now acknowledge me and understand I’m not threatening to fatten up their offspring and make fwah grah (be aware to assistant–repair that) out of them, I believe that it was my wardrobe, and that these busy gravelista patterns made them violent:
[I don’t know which is more disgraceful: my physique, my hairy legs, or my ghastly bar tape.]
Or possibly they identical to the colour of my bike:
With the black tires and elements it’s largely Coca-Cola for the time being:
However with some tanwall tires and pale yellow bar tape it may go full Strawberry Cheesecake.