Ride Early, Ride Strong.

The illness has passed. I had come down with a cough before leaving for NC and the issuing physical beat down and exertion cultivated a full on lung infection. After attempting a 60km ride (the only exercise in 2 weeks) and really, literally feeling that every breathe was filling my lungs with brimstone. I though I had better see the doc. It turns out it wasn't the "Rockin' Pneumonia" and the "shots of Rythm and Blues" I had been taking were simply placebos. The real diagnosis required horse pills and bed rest, and lots of it.Well, that's the last of it, I think. The coughing has subsided and my expectoration has reached it's phlegm launching pinnacle.

Give me my black belt.

It's been a rough year for illness. I think I'll hit the local health'o'mart for some pro biotic, voodoo cocktail. A patchouli scented co-worker of mine says that have a concoction for post antibiotic, lung recovering. It will only cost a small fortune, because health plans like mine won't cover anything that will keep you from falling ill, only pharmaceuticals to keep you alive and paying your premiums.

Upon being well enough to covertly mingle with living I made way to Woolastook Park for a trail day. Pretty much the usual tasks: Clearing dead falls and cutting back the more eager brush from trail side. This day was unique in that there was not a leaf rake to be seen. Trail Maestro, Mr. Yertle, pick himself up a new toy, and seeing this marvel of European two stroke engineering in action is the only way you would believe it's awesominity (So in awe was I, that this word was born.)

Hot damn, the trails were in such good shape. It is practically unheard of to have access to trails for maintenance this early, let alone, for riding. Which is exactly what I used them for the very next day. I'm no mucker when it comes to riding wet trails. That's what double track is for; early season wet riding. I rode every foot of the new course outline for the upcoming Woolastook 5 hour race, completely guilt and mud free. Un-f@ckin-precedented.

Some friends just ripped up Green Snake in Alma, NB. If you're visiting the loverly Fundy National Park and looking for some riding. This trail would be the best thing going that is close by, unless you're poaching hiking trails in the park. Like double fisting whiskey and rum. I've done. I don't condone it. Green Snake is multiuse, but welcome to MTBers. Here's a vid from Rosy.

Not one snake. Nothing to worry about.

I have amassed all of the required parts and will have my new single speed assembled and photo ready by next posting. It will be provocative. It will be scandalous. It will get me some podium. That's the plan, anyway. Has podium become more important to me than ass?

I'll have to learn to ride with no hands. (via skull swap)

Things are shaping up for road trip with Skiimo and Doubtfire to hit the Wolfville-Roubaix. I have to get Doubtfire so drunk on Saturday that he won't be able read the city limit signs the next morning.