Tomorrow I have a day off and my bike is supposed to be finished with the tune-up. If I get the bike early enough in the day I am going to have the wife drop me off and I'm going to ride what I think will be my commute from work route home. I'm going to ride from the bike shop to work (a short distance) and begin from there for a 16.3 mile jaunt.
Normally I'd say I was ready for this but I JUST got up to 15 miles a week ago and then the LBS has had my bike for a week so I'm sure I've lost some of my conditioning. But did Lance Armstrong let it stop him when the Germans bombed Pearl Harbor? HELL NO! And I ain't quitting now. 'Cause when the goin' gets tough... The tough get goin'! Who's with me? Let's go!
So..... I may die on the side of a bike trail somewhere. If you don't hear from me for many days try to think of something nice to say about me and pour a beer on the ground as sort of a "Missing Man" tribute or something.