Linda gets on my case from time to time about my incessant goings on about mountain biking. I don't suggest she's not justified in this. I can be sitting quietly, drinking a beer, having just discussed world religion, and out of nowwhere comes, "there's no point upgrading my bottom bracket now- I might as well wait until I'm wanting a chain guard as well- you can get a bundled component set!" But still... what she perceives to be incessant chatter about biking, components, techniques, and the highs of riding is ACTUALLY a pared down, bare-bones, just what I can't help blurting out bullet-list of uncontainable highlights. Hey- it's interesting.
But this morning, after I woke up from my second or third adventure racing dream (I can fly in them, and walk underwater without losing my breath), I learned that she had just woken from a mountain-biking dream!! At last! I've united our biking souls both day and night! The madness is shared! Lately we've been finding trails (Albion Hills, The Pines) where Dallas can join us and run to her little heart's content). I'll bet you anything the dog dreams of biking too...
There was a king reigned in the East:
There, when kings will sit to feast,
They get their fill before they think
With poisoned meat and poisoned drink.
Not that I'm poisoning anybody. Anyway- we're off to Montreal first thing tomorrow. We'll capture the highs, and most definitely the under-belly lows of the big french city. All the news I dare to report will be here for you next week.
And happy trails to the intrepid Dr. Glennie- who departs for parts North- waaaaaaay north as of tomorrow morning too.
