Why is it that on the eve of the second coming the Snowpacalypse I have my worst case of cabin fever to date? Could it be the lack of general riding for the past couple weeks? Or maybe it's because all I've been doing in my free time has been watching clips from the Tour Down Under, my 12hr DVD set of the 2005 Tour de France, and other race videos. I bet it's also because I'm kicking off the race season in a couple of weeks down at NAHBS. Oh yeah. ANDI'MGOINGTOFUCKINGNAHBS!!!! Dammit I'm so psyched about this!
But I haven't just been sitting on my ass and wishing I was riding. I did out a couple times on the Surly Cross Check, albeit as part of my two-part (car+bike) commute into the city for work and school. The bike's built up as my commuter rig with slickish 28c tires. Despite the obvious disadvantage, I've still been riding on the Custis trail. It's the same story every day. I park in my secret Arlington location and ride to the trail right behind the Italian Store. That one patch of trail is perfectly clear and dry. My heart jumps a little and I begin to think that maybe the above-freezing temps have miraculously melted away the previous day's snow and ice. I get maybe 15 yards of dry asphalt before my hopes are dashed across the hard-packed snowy ground. The rest of my ride is along the trail is a series bumps, "controlled" slides, and dabbed feet. But don't get me wrong. I'm having fun. At least I'm on a bike doing something. I'm bunkering down in the city for Snow Dookie 2010 and you better believe I'm bringing my (real) 'cross bike with me. You'll find me on the C&O Canal Towpath.
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