“The first sign of recovery after riding the Roubaix is being able to pee.”
Jens Voigt originally said something to that effect and I think in terms of this week spent in the wildest wilds of The State of Jefferson, It’s somewhat applicable.
At the conclusion of this project brought to us in part by Crow’s Feet Commons, Chris McNally Illustrations, Yonder Journal, Cielo Bikes, Stumptown Coffee, and most importantly, Mission Workshop, and their new line Acre Supply, my mind, body and equipment are all broken.
It most definitely was both the best and worst of times, and with an early morning return home just in my rearview mirror this morning, I’m in no position to wax poetic about all of the sordid details.
Rest assured, there are many, and come Monday I might just be able to have wrapped my mind around just what exactly this past week has delivered to me.
Is your hair good enough for Saturday?
Looks like you should have ridden your KRAMPUS.
Looks like some ‘old school, BTU style bushwacking’ to me, only haarder!
Damn, dude. Those cankles are looking like they’ve been through the ringer. Good thing you don’t type with your feet.
Looking forward to reading more about this bicyclepackingpushing epic…
Where are all of the artisan cocktails and big puffy red jackets? Yeah, next time wear some snake-bite chaps that are lined with a thin coat of prophylactic triple antibiotic ointment. Just because.
to add to your collective suffering, be on the watch for a very bad case of poison oak that might appear very soon. From the looks of the bushwacking, you are lucky you did not fall into a den of snakes. I recommend technu submersion quickly with benadryl suppositories.
WTF is up with your ankles? How little walking do you actually do on a daily basis? Shit man.