I may be crazy; but not doing stupid things sucks and makes life boring. Which was partially responsible for why I went and rode 85 miles at 2:30 am the other day. The other parties at fault were a daylong adrenaline high from helping a buddy move shop and house, and a flask of espresso, honey and whiskey. The only thing missing was food.
Cook some goodies.
Clip what used to be a TV before I traded it to the bro with the inverted bike…
And I’m off for the unknown.
To keep things fast, I busted out the last super secret equipment; my retro, carbon, aero helmet, made out of that special wicking carbon that weight for weight performs exactly like a cotton cycling cap. However, this particular maker designed it to shade the eyes, which was totally unnecessary given that I already had sunglasses on, and the majority of my ride was completed long before sunrise. Double redundancy is fine, but triple’s just taking it too far. I applied my acquired knowledge and concluded that wearing it backwards would fix their mistake and improve its aero-cred.
I’m sure somebody out there might flip once they realize I optimized my helmet by removing all the foam and hard shell. But that’s why they have helmets; they’re the ones doing flips right now. I’m sitting at a computer safely ensconced in my Depends, cause fucking life is too dangerous. I never know when an errant roadie may spring out from the hallway and I piss myself for fear they’ve come to crash me out of my office chair. But hey, it was just me, the cars, and whatever wildlife ran in front of me, and none of those ever hurt a cyclist.
The ride itself; nothing to write home about. Just the usual mix of people running around the sidewalks after getting out of bars, and then some teenagers walking around on otherwise deserted roads way out in the boonies. Otherwise, there was just mile upon mile of gentle rollers surrounded by that big black velvet blanket we call night, which is a total bitch, because the sun’s awesome. The highlight was making it down to Newnan to this place.
It wouldn’t be a trip to WaHo without some folks rolling up from whatever club closed at 5am and getting into a fight in the parking lot. After one girl gave the other an “epic ass whooping” for talking to her man, and the cops rolling up to cart some folks away, it was time to split. Props to the Newnanites, you were all either A) super friendly, or B) excellently entertaining. From there on out, it was all about tucking my head and hauling back.
A few more photos here: https://plus.google.com/u/0/104608956801160500534/posts/MLUrfkjEwdF