Oh the humidity!

We all know that CO is one of the best places to bike with all the twists and turns. It's the perfect terrain to do what we please, from novice to (wannabe) pro. Anyhow, I was just in FL and WOW it was so damn humid there. It was unreal. It was still 90 degrees at 12am. I saw maybe 1 or 2 riders on the streets. I don't blame them, I mean who would want to ride in that scorching temperature. You walk outside and break a sweat, I can't imagine riding in that weather. The weather is too hot, the roads are too cramped, and everything is so distant. Let's just say that all us riders have something special here in CO. However, I would like to ride in FL because I'm sure you would burn 3x the sweat. Maybe people on diet plans should go down there and workout..

Not Your Ordinary Hangnail

I was riding my bike down the trail near the small creek. It was a beautiful day, not too hot and not to chilly. The sun was caressing my face while the wind was pampering my body. Yonder was another cyclist, power to him but the trail wasn't big enough for the both of us. We tried to avoid eachother riding on the on the brim of the dirt trail and the dying green grass. As he passed I turned my head to scold the guy and that's when I hit the rock. The basketball sized rock drove it's fat body right into the left side of my right big toe. My nail tore right off like a sticker. Along with my poor nail was some skin that was bleeding the color of tomato juice. Of course I stopped in shock and cursed the entire world around me. The nail didn't totally tear off, there was a little piece hanging there; inviting me to tear it off. I tried but the agony was too much. So I just left it there. I went home. I bandaged it, and blamed everything on that bastard other cyclist. Now that the pain has relieved itself, I have something to never repeat again. If there is not enough space then boldy get off your bike and push the other damn bastard off the trail. No I'm not serious. Mind other riders and make sure you know what is ahead in the trail. But dear God, my right big toe looks like it was beaten with an ugly stick.