tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3267224089554889479.post2829335444448074839..comments2024-02-03T23:48:14.712-08:00Comments on The Trailer Park Cyclist : A Ride Report In Three Parts (Unless I Forget): The BeginningTim Joe Comstockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05351911607475089105noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3267224089554889479.post-17257083316888437952011-11-01T13:33:44.609-07:002011-11-01T13:33:44.609-07:00There is nothing like those first few pedals on th...There is nothing like those first few pedals on the bike! I will spend all week planning and thinking through my weekend rides. Keep the coals burning and the wheels turning!Dillon Bikeshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14217473850330652310noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3267224089554889479.post-43129255686918974892011-10-31T14:53:37.823-07:002011-10-31T14:53:37.823-07:00@RoadieRyan: Redemption Wrenching? Maybe time fo...@RoadieRyan: Redemption Wrenching? Maybe time for another Guest Post. Any Pictures? If I had known perhaps we could have thrown in a case of sauce. Surely they barbecue in Africa.<br /><br />@ Swell Guy: Back when I was still campaigning on Hobie Cats we had a saying: "Every Sail Counts." There were days when it was only fun for the scary factor. We called it "Combat Sailing." But we were Out There and the after-sail beer tasted all that much better when some guy would come up and say "I can't believe you guys were out there in that mess today..."<br /><br />Now, Swell Guy, I thank you for your comment and I hope to read about it in more detail on your awesome blog but really, have you forgotten the First Rule of Ninja Eskimo?Trailer Park Cyclisthttp://trailerparkcyclist.blogspot.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3267224089554889479.post-71346483140761336742011-10-31T13:32:56.929-07:002011-10-31T13:32:56.929-07:00So we had a Saturday morning ride planned with sev...So we had a Saturday morning ride planned with several guys, but a cold front heaved in overnight. The other two fellows canceled, but it was ride time. My Ride Time. I commenced to dress out like a Ninja Eskimo, topped the tires, racked a bottle, and went to greet the future. As I rolled out the wind was in my face and I spun up to warmth on the little ring. Then the turn. The Turn. Big ring, sun in my face, wind at my back, body warm & loose, clear skies, clearer mind and speed, baby, speed. For a moment I felt pity for the dudes sitting at home on the couch. Just for a moment.The Swell Guyhttp://theswellguy.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3267224089554889479.post-16609149338085829522011-10-30T17:34:45.471-07:002011-10-30T17:34:45.471-07:00Glad you got out for a Sunday ride Brother. I too...Glad you got out for a Sunday ride Brother. I too indulged the a bit too much with the Red Wine at a party last night and the salted cured meats and potatoes and awoke paying the price. I did pry my dehydrated self off the couch long enough this afternoon to play a small part in filling a container with used bikes to be sent to Africa. A bit of redemption wrenching felt good. Got to get me out on a bike to find some that Stuff you are referring to. Keep on cheating the wind Velo Brother.<br /><br />RyanRoadieRyanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15900109046198641775noreply@blogger.com