Weekend Plans.

After my short trainer ride tonight, I am again fired-up to get back on the roads.  The trainer: the painted-metal beast that applies its gravity to my rear tire; he who whirs and whines as I up the wattage; who refuses to allow my bike the usual shake and shimmy that should accompany a full-on sprint.  I despise your iron-clad jaws.

Since that's out of the way, I am riding both days this weekend - 55 on Saturday and a recovery ride on Sunday.  I'm looking for co-conspirators...

Battenkill is about 6 weeks away.