Classic Bastard ride last night with Tony, Patrick, Russ aka Mavric's Dad, and myself. Rolled for over two hours, sometimes grinding it out in six-inch deep mud. We covered a lot of ground and despite the mud it was one sweet ride. I had rolled out a little early (two hours!) and discovered in my pre-ride that some some roads were not only of the Dirty Martini variety, but in some cases were Deep-ass Mud Martini variety.
In some spots, even at the top of the big loop above 13 mile the road, the surface was covered with puddles, filled with, you guessed it, Muddy Waters. I have seen Muddy Waters in concert, albeit through a dense acid haze, and I have ridden through a lot of muddy water, and let me tell you Muddy's guitar riffs were a lot more fun. Especially being that high.
If any of you aren't familiar with Muddy Waters work, may I suggest one of his greatest albums, Electric Mud. Thank goodness there was no Electric Mud on the road last night - if there had been Mavric would be an orphan today, and there would be no overlong and boring post to read today. Unless Werdy posted something.
Patrick and I were the only members of our small group that made it back to the HC for beers and Delicious Deep Fried Asian Carp. The waitress (The famous Dirty Martini pictured above) alerted us to the fact that the "OTHER RIDE" members, 25 in total! had been in the bar for two hours prior to our mud-caked arrival. Seems they put in something like 10 miles on dry pavement with mountain bikes before retiring to the bar to show off their clean, tight fitting biker-type jerseys. Nice going boys!
Now it's off to the car wash (Tony brought his washer, showoff) and get ready for Thursday's ride. This rain really oughta help, huh.