95 miles for breakfast

I can't get up in the morning to drag my ass to work, but I obviously have no problem getting ready for a bike-ride that starts at 6 in the morning. Left my place in time to meet Scott in B-ham at 6:37 AM so we could ride to the start of the "Fenton" ride. Got home before noon.

At the first stop of the ride I got outed as the "Mountainbiker" after someone noticed my XTR pedals. That lead to some comments, so I had to show that MTBers can ride the rode as well - and I think I represented the dirty community well.

Just when I got home one of my neighbours saw me, little smalltalk:
--> Neighbour:
Got little riding in?
--> Me:
Yep, it was perfect outside, gotta take advantage of it
--> Neighbour:
So how far did you go?
--> Me:
95 miles
--> Neighbour:
(opened his eyes wide, end of conversation)


Guess that sounded pretty surreal to him, just as my experience last night. Nothing better than tottoed girls fightin in fishnets and short skirts...