It rained all morning on Monday, so I went home. Ckucky called just as I drove out of the parking lot at work and said he and Scat were going to ride around town. I wasn’t trying to be antisocial, but there was no charge in the battery and I had the wrong shoes. I did want to try ot my new shinguards, though…
The Windward side was dry, so I rode over to WCC and did some intervals. 8.05-miles, Vavr = 12, 40-minutes. The pulled shin muscle seems to have healed up as there were no issues with it.
The cleats are holding a lot better after I rotated them last week – I’ll have to back off the pedal jaw spring tension now. I also added one adjustment wedge to each cleat and noticed a lot less muscle strain and more knee and foot comfort. I’ll probably need another wedge or two per side, but two is all I had left.
We figured it wasn’t hardcore enough for you or something, needed to be trail or training. I thought of wigging out and going home too to work some more on the FX, but I’d been working three days straight on that thing & was tired of looking at multicolored noodly bits. To heck with it, I needed a break & met Ckucky & Scat. It ended up being fun. Yeah, fun is a good word. It harkened back to days of kiddom and riding your bike around the streets just exploring. Only thing is now there was discussion of people calling cops thinking we’re hooligans casing out their multi million diamond head mansions. Ah well, it was all good. Checked out the former Canon Club site as from Ckuck’s we thought we saw someone maybe jumping. Turned out the place is a pretty cool skate area now. Through the course of the evening, we came across a warbling lady singing to the fishes, quite a few wonderful sights, Scat flating twice, I having to make a critical bathroom stop, and passing on the first bathroom after seeing some strange guy come rushing out with a gimp gait.
We ended up closing the night by jumping in the Scat Sled & trying the Japanese/sushi place next door to Hokkaido Ramen. Interesting atmosphere. While not bad, I can’t say it was all the great. The sushi soba combo I had, the sushi was ok. Looked pretty, rice was ok, fish wasn’t the highest quality. Scat was kind of turned off by the bone he found in his. The soba sauce had something different in it, I didn’t care all that much for whatever different flavor it was. I kind of feel bad, I’m pretty sure the master was the guy running the sushi counter and I think he’s working hard. But it just didn’t thrill me. Perhaps it was an off night.
It really was about the rain at St. Louis and not having a charged NiteRider battery.