I managed to ride the motorcycle all three days of the weekend to coffee and back. We even did some tire kicking at the LBS. The 2010 Stumpie is supposed to be the killer deal. And that 2010 Roubaix don't look too bad either for an old softie like me.
I thought about even taking a short spin around the block since the wife was away and nobody was home to stop me. I went so far as to swing a leg over the mountain bike....
Then, as I leaned forward to grip the bar with my right hand, I felt "that old familiar pain"... The monkey with the blow torch as a buddy describes it. That sort f told me I was destined for a weekend of couch sitting and watching the TDF, endlessly re-run across my drug addled brain.
Maybe next weekend I can sneak in a little burst on the bike path on partially filled fat tires.