At Long Last

Finally, after like three days on the phone and several attempts we have fixed the home wireless system so I can surf from my room instead of walking up all those freaking stairs and getting on the home computer. I am very happy.

I'm so happy that I posted two blogs today. Not really though. The first blog is from a few days ago when I couldn't post it, but if you had read that one then you would know that wouldn't you.

Well, I have some bad news for my friends in the awesome 828, I will not be participating in the Molester this year. I was hoping to but I had an offer that I could not refuse. Sorry bros, nothing personal.

So what is this alternative action? Why a New Year midnight urban ride in the ATL. Yes, me and the infamous Michael Cummings are going to celebrating the new year in downtown. It will be sick. I did get a new camera (I might have already mentioned this but) so I should be taking some pictures and posting them. Theoretically, that is.

I almost forgot to tell you about my awesome ride today. Since I did a good three hour ride yesterday (and found a new gravel climb) I was going to do a easy two hour spin to loosen the legs a bit. I rode out about ten minuets down the road and met up with a dog running beside me. Always one to race, I dropped a few gears and sped up. The dog was doing pretty good and kept up until for some reason it decided that it would be much better to run on the road instead of the soft, grassy shoulder. In the process that figured out how to change its trajectory it must have forgotten that I was in the middle of the road. The dog turned right into my front wheel causing me to go from 25mph to 0 in the span of five feet. As the dog ran off, I almost got run over by a car who didn't bother to stop or slow down as it whizzed by inches from my head.

So after some guys across the road came over to help me out I rode back to my house with some difficulty. The end result is a trashed right shifter, some road rash, a busted gel in my pocket, and some seriously bruised ego. I will never, ever race a dog on the side of the road again.

Everything is good now, but I'll definitely feel it tomorrow on a wicked long ride tomorrow at Fort Yargo.

Well, I'm signing off for now, but watch out for those sneaky dogs and those clever Brevard area senior citizens, and eat lots of ketchup. It's good for you.

Late.