As the north wind blows our dainty house of straw into the Gulf of Mexico, I might actually have a minuscule moment of reflection before the Monday morning commute in -20 degree windchill and single-digit high temperatures....only one day of work this week, then the next 7 off - the climax of said vacation being the vainglorious excursion to Tucson and El Single-Speedo Arizona. There would be no way possible, dear reader, for you to know how much of a bike-chubby I have for this trip: I have only been drooling over the mere thought of it for 10 years and a month now. Maybe it is the promise of warmth, mega-riding and drunken camping that have me sporting a trouser tent, but hey, when you get to be an old, perverted man sitting on the porch whistling at all the ladies in yoga pants walking by your house, sometimes a change of location is needed in order to stay off the neighborhood watch radar...
As was foretold by the demons, I actually had quite a few hours on the trails this past week, which was capped off by the Dirty Urban 'Cross today in the west-bottoms of KCMO. Mr. Chasmgasm put on a top-shelf event as usual, with the help of Chris-Gofuckhimself; and the attendance was stellar, as was the weather, a dry, nearly 60 degree day in the sun. The course was shit-your-panties awesome, and only the Bitch Brownback could have given a better tour of the shit-hole that borders on Wyandotte County and its myriad resorts along the Kaw River. The below link is my own coverage of the first lap of the race, which was replete with death-defying drops and snowy mountains; and of course enough gravel and back-alley trash collecting to make even the most jaded hipster twirl his 'stache with glee...
my trusty Krampus in its pre-race virginity...
Earlier in the week, I was able to hit the short but sweet single-track at Roanoke Park, just north of 39th St. West, in a windy, snow-misted, 23 degree night ride before meeting up with the baddest beer geeks in the area for a bottle-share night wherein my tastebuds were eventually assaulted by the now infamous 'Punishment' from Stone - a hot-pepper infused brew that was actually quite tasty and not as hot as everyone claimed. The below link is a teaser of the rock-strewn goodness that are the Roanoke Trails : amazing lines right in the center of city...
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