I'm not a happy camper right now. Have you ever had one of those days were you feel like you should just go back ot bed and start over? Well that's been my day today. (I'll keep this semi-short) My girlfriend and I decided it would be a great idea to go for a trail ride today here's why it wasn't such a fabboo idea: First, the retainer clip that holds the shackle to my Kryptonite lock (when open) let go as I'm trying to secure our bikes to the rack. Minor annoyance move on. Second, we change our planned route due to traffic and end up in WORSE traffic compounded by the I-4 / I-275 (already a horrid merger) construction. No big deal let's keep going. Third, after traveling for about an hour and very nearly getting to our destination it starts to drizzle. My girlfriend turns to me and says "I don't care I going for a ride." I concur we continue. We get to the trailhead and there's a bloody FHP pursuit car BLOCKING the entrance to the trailhead. We continue on remembering that there were plans to give cyclists a separate parking area away from the horses. (we hadn't been to this trail in a while) Upon arriving at the second entrance we discover the frigging thing hadn't been built yet. Grumble grumble turn the car around, head back. Things start to look up as the FHP car has moved out of the way and we can at least get into the trailhead. We pull into the parking area and my dear sweet girlfriend parks us smack in a minefield of meadow muffins. "OK" I say to myself "This will be fine as soon as we hit the trails." Yeah right We're riding along no problem aside from a minor adjustment here and there (nothing worth mentioning) We're really enjoying the trail and being out in the air etc when all of a sudden RRRRRRIIIIIIIPPPPP. I rip the crotch COMPLETELY out of my shorts. "WTF!! Fine" I stop my girlfriend duck into the bushes with some duct tape, make some impromptu repairs and emerge even more determined to finish my ride. That's when my girlfriend decides that she can't decide what trail she wants to ride on (we couldn't go our own ways as we forgot the FRS's as well) half the trails we want to ride are on the other side of the construction site (new public restrooms) and we can't figure out a way around them. By this time we've both had it. I've got duct tape clinging to certain portions of my undercarriage and hanging off on the outside in a none-too-flattering manner (think duct tape turd) She's feeling empathetic because of the whole duct taped nether regions thing and frustrated because of the lack of ridable trail thing. So we decide to leave So after riding for an hour getting a WHOPPING 4.1 miles in (which I'm sure a certain bunny-legged shop-rat would NEVER consider quality miles) we say screw it let's get lunch. At the Mickey D's we order our usual Big Mac & Fries for me Fries for her, and wouldn't you know to add insult to injury whoever they had working the assembly section couldn't get the concept of bun-meat-bun-meat-bun instead I got bun-bun-meat-meat-bun. ARRRGH!! I'm going to go hide under my pillow until tomorrow.