Go out for morning ride with the wife. Get to stoplight,
stop, wait for light, begin riding, slip off pedal (Gee I
thought that was clipped in) to discover that the nose
of a brooks saddle is not a soft and cushy thing.
Got pedal klonk coming down.
Ride about 10 miles, Wife turns on unknown road which
promptly turns into something resembling the Ho Chi Minh
trail shortly after being visisted by Puff the magic dragon.
Stop to turn around, have some H20 put foot down,
Bike is on Rock which shoots out, bike begins to go over
towards foot still clipped in, Get Chainring bite on leg,
but kept bike off the ground (it couldn't hit the ground
it was imbedded in my leg!).
Ride some more, get chased by some little dog (who's
companion was marching up the middle of a busy road),
Pray for yorky in road, pray for little black dog to meet an
untimely demise and be whisked away to doggie hell.
Ride home, Thigh is cramping where it met brooks saddle,
Shin looks like someone took a ballpeen hammer to it.
and I have a nice tatoo on my calf (drive greasy gearteeth
into leg).
I can't wait to get out again. . .
Marty