Brandon's mtb race has been pushed back one week due to extremely soggy, trail damaging conditions. Now there's no conflict with my son's bday and I can perhaps squeeze it in to my schedule. Nice. Brandon's always a fun place to ride.
Better make sure the kids are in bed before hitting play on this one.
Friday's Featured Farrah is RRR's own countdown to the Spring Ride and this particular clip may make one think of a particular Spring Ride ritual—even though Eppstein (seriously, you really, really don't want to click on that link) looks nothing like Farrah.
Good times, yet still PG. Mostly. Twenty-seven days and counting...
Here, thanks to Howard Cosell, we discover how Farrah was a domesticated sex symbol. The times sure have changed. You'll never see today's version of a sex symbol race home to make dinner for her hubby.
Did she say she could hide behind his beard? Maybe things haven't changed so much after all. Brad, RRR's own sex symbol has been hiding behind his beard for quite a while now, but now its taken on a life of its own.
Brad's beard will make its debut at the spring ride in roughly one month.
Sadly, I missed yesterday's official start to the race season in Bruxelles (darn kids). I did, however, get out for a short ride. While others were busting their ass in a race for a jar of gravel, I casually rolled to the Exchange District on a recon ride to scope out a place I may very well wind up on a semi-regular basis—with or without my TNR associates.
There's been a lot of "frites and mayo this" and "frites and mayo that" on local blog scene in recent memory, but this will really whet your whistle. I present to you Smoke's Poutinerie.
Just one look at Smoke's menu and, as Gene Simmons would say, "I forget my name". I'm already giddy with atherosclerosis. I mean, c'mon! Check out the bacon!
Smoke's website says they're opening in April, but another source suggests May is a more current ETA. I will not be getting faster this year.
This one brings back more childhood memories. My mom had the Schick Speed Styler. Now, I love my mom, but she never had Farrah hair despite using the same shampoo and styling tools—not even close. But she wasn't alone. Apparently other women at the time were mystified by Farrah's flippycurls (your inner voice needs to say flippy curls as Farrah does in the commercial).
Thankfully, the always-inquisitive Phil Donahue wasn't afraid to ask the tough questions and get Farrah to share her secrets. As you'll find out, her hair had natural qualities that few could understand and master as well as Farrah...God-given flippy curls.
So feel better, mom. It turns out the Schick Speed Styler wasn't all that after all, and more accurately have gone by another name two letters shorter.
Forty-one days until the Spring Ride. If you thought last year's ride at Ingolf was wet, you'd better bring your hair dryer this year. Or beard dryer, in Brad's case.
About twenty riders showed up for Brad's second annual gravel grinder throw-down. Environment Canada's forecast looked somewhat grim, calling for rain and wind. Fortunately, the rain never came.
A neutral start to Pritchard Farm Rd. kept things together, but the group began to splinter by the time Bird's Hill Park was breached. Further separation occurred on the short, snow-covered and soggy snowmobile trail exiting BHP at Melrose Rd., and later when the course pointed riders into the brisk NNW wind.
In the end, everyone made their way back to Chez Brad injury-free in time to enjoy a bit of sun as we sat around the fire, roasting smokies and draining the keg.
Thanks, Brad, for the stellar event. You out-did yourself again.
Brad laying down the rules of the race
To the winner go the spoils and bragging rights
With a 19L keg of Little Scrapper IPA, there are no losers
The lead group on Melrose Rd. at the half-way point
After impressively bridging back to the lead group, JP out-kicked the group of six to claim the victory
There's plenty of talk about howepic Sunday's Spring Classic 2.0 will be, but few have actually tendered their intention to be a part of the mix. The après-ride mini-keg and dogfest is a highlight of this event, and as host The Impaler needs to know how many will be there (ie. does he buy gourmet smokies, or the no-name weiners? It depends on the numbers).
I prefer gourmet smokies myself, but I'd rather roast lesser fare while swapping stories with other dirty and tired riders.
PS - Brad's covering the dogs, but not the mini-keg. Bring a few $ to help cover the cost.
RRR demonstrated that they are clearly the most Belgian bike club around, as evidenced by the solitary vehicle in the desolate parking lot, on a day with weather befitting Flanders. The 'Niner' took her maiden voyage, as Brad wrestled with her for nearly two hours, calming, taming and eventually submitting her to a future full of Rule V.
Mike, Brad and I set out with KK's blessing, as he was recovering from a work week also full of Rule V. Much scheming was to be done as Brad mulled over the options for next weekend...will there be snowy portages...TBA....will there be long, soft, wet, undulating (not going where you think) gravel roads...ABSOLUTELY...a visit to the Grotto (not Heff's)...more than likely...and will the day end with sports beverages, the likes of which Mr. Alex Keith offered up today....AS ALWAYS!
Many miles where covered and while the legs were burning, the hands and feet, initially cold, eventually, mercifully, were numb. The face was pelted by rain and sleet, making visibility at times impossible and causing me to wonder if Brad's beard protected even his eyes as he seemed unhindered.
Most of all, rides shared with friends, on lonely, empty roads are good for the body and soul.