How dare I do such a thing, huh?
I should know by now, after watching Jacques Cousteau on National Geographic TV "specials" when I was a kid, that those teeny-tiny things have the right of way, and all I'm doing here is intruding on their rightful space.
Cousteau was, as far as I know, a French dude that came across as a gentle old man who was concerned about nature and all of the fuzzy little animals' habitats while on TV, but in actuality, was yet another environmentalist nut job who had a deep-rooted belief that you and me and all other human beings (other than himself, naturally :) ) were pests and should be culled off in order to make things better.
Better according to him, mind you.
The word "culling" is a warm-and-fuzzy way of saying "kill", by the way.
Yes, people, Cousteau believed that you and I should be killed because we don't have as much right to live as does the cute-and-cuddly sea otters.
This is, folks, how an environmental wacko thinks.
I went on another Pachaug rock-n'-roll pile ride yesterday, and it was a good one, although not as good as the one the day before.
The reasons for this were mainly two:
1) Feeling how much better-balanced my firebreather WR-250FY felt with the forks slid down in the clamps a millimeter-and-a-half, I tried it with yet another millimeter.
Bad move, because that ended up feeling like I'd gone too far, and the front end was now a skosh too high.
This has a negative effect on steering and the overall balance of the chassis.
Straight line stability while having the bike straight up-and-down was a bit better, but the trade-off in steering precision was certainly not worth it.
So, before this coming weekend's ride, you can be sure I'm a'gonna' slide those Phase 4 forks back down to where I had them on Saturday.
Also plan on changing both tires again, too.
You got it - more Bridgestone M23/M22s coming my way.
2) I called a buddy of mine, who I know was looking for a used car or truck to buy, about a used 2001 GMC Jimmy for sale by a guy I work with.
He called back telling me that he'd just bought a 1995 Ford Escort, and he needed somebody to cart him up there so that he could drive it home.
Being the nice friend that I am, I told him he'd found his ride.
This put me behind my desired rock pile schedule about an hour and a quarter, an by the time I finished the ride, it was nearly dusk, and the trails were starting to get dark and spooky.
This was, mind you, with shortening my usual route by 5 miles, too.
Still, even with these reasons, I had a good time.
This was no doubt due to the fact that I felt very good this weekend.
I hope I feel this good this coming weekend, too.
The cool, crisp fall weather we had no doubt helped to make me feel energetic.
Off to jerk,
-John
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