Going in to the weekend I had great plans for riding every day, enjoying time with my lovely and hitting up roller-coasters at Carowinds. Can I tell you that I did not do almost any of those things?
While the closest I got to riding was overhauling the Airborne Goblin Saturday morning, and cleaning out my car from all the water bottles I have been collecting for the past two weeks. Yes, that is the closest I came to riding. It stunk. More to come later on overhauling the Goblin, including the steps you should take when lubing the chain and pumping up the tires aren’t enough. Needless to say I was very excited to ride a non-creaking, tire and seat-post swapped, shined up Goblin but it didn’t happen.
Neither did that road ride on Saturday morning. I didn’t even meet up with the last Trail Crawl of the century with the Dirt Divas.
Here’s to not being sick and sleeping more!