It happened again.
I'm starting to feel like this frozen precipitation thing is going to be a yearly occurrence. I shudder to think of the horrific controversies that it could cause every winter from now until I die. And even beyond that.
I haven't been to work in the last few days. But I'm sure that if I went in would spend my day playing pass the pigs and pondering sleeping phoenix perched high above us.
But I have made good use of the free time and posted a bunch of bike stuff on craigslist and fleabay. You should go buy it.
I'm also working on selling the Grumbler to fund a smaller and more efficient form of transportation:
Viking cat feed is expensive.
Last week my post about the Ergon stuff was re-tweeted by The Ergon itself.
And that's the whole reason I named this blog Knobby Meats. I was praying that one day a German would tweet "Say hello to Knobby Meat."
I found a big brown box on my door step the other day.
I carefully cut the tape, then before I could react, I was forced to the ground by an ergonomic axe murdering sock monkey.
I knocked the stuffing outa him with a big mallet, then confined much subdued monkey to my window sill.
The rest of the box held another set of Ergon GX2 Carbon grips (not attached to a monkey), and an Ergon BC2 pack.
I'm super glad to have some new grips, because my other GX2s were starting to feel a little worn after a few thousand miles and about 50 race days. White looks so damn spiffy with purple.
My dad bought a pair of GC2s a few years ago to cruise rail trails. At the time I was riding round grips, and since I was young and never felt pain, I thought there was no reason for me to use those silly winged grips.
Then I stole his and tried them. Huge difference. It took less energy to grip the bars, I had more control in rocky sections, and my arms were staying fresher on my rigid. I was sold.
I've been racing on the GX style grip since my first West Virginia race three years ago. The GXs aren't as soft and squishy as the GP or GR style, but they have better bar-feel through technical sections. I switched to GX2s with bar ends halfway through my first season, and it made a huge difference. Bar ends make wrenching up a hill on a single speed way faster (not easier.)
The bar ends fit flush with the rest of the grip, so I end up with my hands out over the end of the bar even when I'm cruising on flat sections. It's second nature now for me to switch from bar end to main grip body.
I tried going back to round grips once last year, and I couldn't stand it. In short, Ergons are awesome.
But I'm even more excited about the pack:
I haven't gotten to do any rides with it yet, but my initial hiking test was good. The ball joint on the pack allows the shoulder straps to pivot without shifting the load around. More on that later. It's mighty radical.
And I really need to send the big cog I borrowed from Dicky at Breck Epic back. I think I'll do that today.
I might be a few days late with this, but I'm gonna do it anyway. 2010 season review. I think I got most of the big events of the racing year, but I did leave out a bunch of XC races that went pretty well.
Anyway, it was a long season. And I must say it was a pretty good one.
Won my first Open class race on my single speed at the Mountwood Challenge. They paid me for winning SS and gave me a Surly flask as a reward for beating everybody on gears.
Picked up a girl down by the river in my chariot of charm.
Led the Mohican 100 for a few hundred meters. Received a mild case of giardia for finishing a hundred miles of cow shit and mud.
After Mohican, I started begging people for votes on facebook so that I could win the Breck Epic Blogger's Grant.
Did the Big Bear 2x12 with Rob. Didn't have a great race.
We drove out to State College that night, and did the Stoopid 50 the next day.
I finished 3rd SS, my first decent endurance result. The waffle in my drop bag was intact.
Lost to Don Powers, Betsy Shogren, and everybody who's anybody at the Hilly Billy Roubaix
Won the Breck Epic Bloggers Grant. Started frantically saving money to drive to Colorado.
Pretended I was fast enough to ride with JPok, the Pflug and Ferrari for the first 60 miles of the Wilderness 101. Finished 6th SS.
Drove to Colorado with the Little Ball of Hate. Did a Super D in Indiana and finished 4th overall. Behind the Little Ball of Hate.
Lost my will to live in the 110 degree heat of Kansas.