Saturday I sold the Miata and dropped it off to the new owner in the morning. In the afternoon I took a lap of the Waway race course. Great course, holy hell did my Trek feel heavy. I had too much crap and too much water in my pack, back was killing me.
I hate the shock on the Trek, but holy hell is if fast pointed downhill.
Then I went and worked on the Lemons race car for a bit.
Sunday was Waway race day, took pics. Came home and cleaned my room and threw out some clothes and made a pile for goodwill, going to throw out my dresser this week. It's completely broken.
Today I took out for a loop of the Royal Hunting Grounds. I cleaned the powerline climb up onto the bushwack trails by my house. I think I've done that twice before, never made it last year. It's incredible how much better that hill is now, it was total washout mud mess last year. PSE&G completely destroyed it, but left hay bails. Looks like over the winter they mowed it and put down grass seed. The crazy weeds are gone, and there is green grass in spots. It's a real bitch of a climb, really long and loose.
The northern trails are SUPER fast. Holy crap the leaf bed is composting and the trail is FAST and smooth. Really fun. Some of the carriage paths are super washed out though. Trails are tip top. I finally cut out 2 trees that have been down since last year. Took like an hour to cut these 2 8" trees out of the path using an 8" folding saw.
Spent too long doing that, started getting dark so I tried to take the faster way out. On the south side holy crap are the white trail and river trails wiped out. It's like they were never there in some spots. That river must have come up onto them for days. Sucks, going to have to ride up the other side of the mountain and see how the yellow trail is, but that ads like 1200 feet of more climbing, not really ready for that yet.
Right next to the royal garden I saw a HUGE swan on her nest, and the mate was stalking out the pond and he was giving me seriously dirty looks.
Got dark, bailed onto the road. Got hit in the face with some prehistoric bug of some sort, I think it weighed a good 2-3 pounds.
I have no idea why or how but I put the bike in the big and little gears and just mashed home. I've never been able to do that before, I was hauling ass.
At some point I rode past a roadie on the side of the road. I contemplated seeing if he was okay but then I remembered that in the last 5 years, no roadie has ever even waved to me. Road riding is serious business. Am I a jerk for ignoring this guy? maybe. He was probably just tired or putting on lights. I was racing the sunset home anyway.
Bed time.