Tonight it looks like we're getting the second real snowfall here in the Springs. And I'm fine with that. The bike riding has waned a bit over the past month and I've even gone as far as to get a gym membership to stave off cabin fever. The riding that I have gotten in has been somewhat hazardous as of late. Took a mean fall off a pixie bike on a bmx course during the Annual PMS (Pixie Moto Supercross) a couple of weeks back. Pretty sure I bruised my tailbone on that one, it still hurts to lift things, bend over, and my ass hurts if I cough really hard, and that's not normal. Strangely enough though it doesn't hurt to ride. Also, last Tuesday, while heading home from the Bristol I pulled a Dukes of Hazard slide head-first acros the hood of an older model Buick. I had the green light, but apparently this guy was color blind and stopped, only after seeing my headlight, right in the middle of the intersection. I yanked hard ont he brakes to stop which saved my front wheel from getting tacoed but sent me with all that momentum, head first across the hood. Fortunately, my left hip took the most of the impact across the other side so I walked funny for a couple days after that. I couldn't tell you the exact make and model of the vehicle, because as soon as I hit the asphalt, the car was gone.
I have managed a few uneventful rides. I have still been getting out for nice log rides on the weekends, mostly west side boogies usually invoving Gold Camp and the dirt trail to Helen Hunt Falls. Just this last Sunday I rode up Rampart Range Road from the Garden of the Gods up to the shooting range and back on the single speed. Quite bizarre to mix the serne beauty of nature during the most of the ride with the 30-40 proponents of the 2nd ammendment blasting off rounds up at the shooting range. Also, I discovered that 29" wheels, single speed, skinny (32's) tires, and no suspension was not the preferred rig for this ride. The single speed didn't bother me so much, but on the descent it would have been nice to have smaller wheels, wider tires, and flat wider bars, just to aid in manuverability.
So, tonight it snowed. It's been a while since there has been any daylight after the workday is over. Today I just figured I'd go with it. Came home, nuked a bowl of chili (extra hot sauce), watched House and after that took a stroll across town through the snow. Wound up at Starbucks where I drank some green tea and read the latest Neil Gaiman book to come to paperback. Pretty low-key and relaxing really. But enough of that, tomorrow I'll be up at five, to the gym by half-past and then after a couple hours of therapy, I'll get hopped up on some coffee that you can almost chew and set about the days work. I can hardly wait.
Until next time...

Day light savings time is really beginning to get me down. Didn't get much riding in at all last week. During the work week the most cycling that I got in was during the weekly pub crawl. I did have to ride to work on Thursday after experiencing electrical problems with my new, old car. After pondering a bum battery or alternator I was pleased to discover that simply re-wiring undering the hood brought the beast back to life. Having a mechanic as a friend is truly priceless. You can't find a good shop mechanic that will work for a case of beer, that's for sure.
Spent most the day Saturday with a new friend of mine in Denver. We rolled into town ahead of schedule for the 4:45 showing of American Hardcore. Opting to kill some time in a local watering hole we bellied up to the bar at the Three Kings on Broadway. I quickly found myself wishing that I had arrived much earlier. The bar was absolutely packed with bike messengers. Turns out we had stumbled upon the finish line of a local alley cat race. Must figure out who organizes this stuff up in Mile High, it looks like too much fun to be left out of next time around. The remains of the day consisted of eating beer battered sausages at the Streets of London, possibly the first legitimate English pub I've ever seen in this country, and playing audience while Jello Biafra ranted on incessantly. Not that I didn't enjoy his take on the current political landscape, but by this point its old hat. But, to be honest, he was in it for the long haul on Saturday. He hit the stage at nine, and by 12:30, when I was ready to call it quits, he was just calling for intermission.
Sunday, slept late, watched some football and got out for a pretty decent 3 hour excursion on the single speed.
Now I'm staring at the indoor trainer, quickly realizing that in order to maintain any form over these next few months I'll have to implement this necessary evil. Wish me luck, I'm gonna try to get up early and hop on the trainer for an hour before work. This might start the day out right, but it cannot possibly compare to climbing Gold Camp in the early moring hours as I was able to do just a couple of months ago. Spring, I can't wait for you to come.