On A Steel Horse I Ride.

Well, this holiday weekend has pretty much been a bust. Dealing with the GDPR, Russians (seriously, the stuff you hear about is absolutely true), and lousy weather all conspired to make this a pretty much pointless weekend. I guess the real surprise would be if it was different – most of my weekends are pointless.

I did at least get out on the motorbike on Saturday between crises and weather. Logged a good 50 miles on the bike, just to give the new Mustang saddle a thorough tryout. In a word, it’s awesome. It’s definitely more comfortable, but more importantly, because of the way it’s made, I don’t slide back when giving the bike the beans like I did on the stock saddle. Money well spent.


Of course, it wouldn’t be me if there wasn’t an “incident”. In this case, a dog attack. I was riding on a secluded road (River Canyon Road in the video, near the T-Wall), in an area that’s best described as “Deliveranceville”, and a big, mean dog chased me. Because of the lousy road conditions (potholes, loose gravel, blah, blah), I couldn’t just “floor it” and take off, and I really didn’t want to hit her (you hit a dog in a car, and it’s bad for the dog; you hit a dog on a bike, and it’s bad for both of you). Long story short, she bit me. My expensive riding boots now have two holes in them, and my foot – well, let’s just say a dog has a lot of bite force (Newtons? Pascals? Depends on who you ask, I guess). Here’s hoping it was up-to-date on its vaccinations, but based on the area I was in, I find that highly unlikely. Swell. And I know that there are some of you who are going to say, “You should have just kicked its teeth in!” Yeah, that’s not how I roll. It’s not the pupper’s fault it’s an asshole; it’s the owner’s fault.

born to be mild

born to be mild

Wasn’t all bad, though. As I was riding through the gorge, my GoPro telemetry dropped out, the result of which was the data showing I was going 218 miles per hour, at 5500′ elevation. Obviously, both of these figures was incorrect – I was actually going about 45 MPH, at about 1500′ elevation (there’s nothing around here anywhere near 5500′ high, and the fastest I’ve ever gotten the bike was about 70 MPH; it’s a cruiser, not a sport bike, and probably couldn’t break 100 going downhill with a tailwind). But at least I got a good picture out if it. Line forms to the left, ladies.

50million-largerI guess the big news is that I crossed 50 million steps on my FitBit, fully 3 weeks ahead of my 5-year FB anniversary target. As with everything in my life, there was no fanfare, no brass band, no nothing, unless you count the asshat in the FitBit group who basically called bullshit on me doing so many steps. Yeah, suck my ass, guy. It’s a good thing I don’t really care what other people think. Now, I’m still going to keep pushing, right up to my June 15 anniversary, but after that, I may not obsess on the numbers as much. Well, mostly – I’m still pushing to get to 1000 consecutive days hitting my numbers on the AppleWatch; right now, I’m at about day 915, so only about 3 months to go on that. Following that, who knows? I may pull a Cal Ripken Jr. move and just take the watch off for a day. 1000 days is as high as the badges go, so after that, I’m not sure it matters. We’ll see.

And now, as I’m writing this, I heard a tree come down outside. Yay. It never ends. Time to wield my Mighty Chainsaw, I guess.