Who needs rehab, make mine a Double!!

In this year of electoral shenanigans, you might think your councilman would be out kissing babies and shaking hands with his constituents. You might wonder what shadowy force was behind his campaign, dumping untold hundreds into his tiny coffers. You might consider his 6 month absence a cunning attempt to rebrand his image and widen his appeal to the masses. Well, you'd be wrong on most counts. In fact, after half a year spent combing the darkest recesses of the mind, shoveling the dankest of shite in the fields of Tuscany, and enduring a second operation in as many years, this politician has been straight jonesing for some saddle time. And so, what better way to ease in, to rehabilitate oneself, then to show up on any given Tuesday (or Sunday for the Long Ride and Skinny Tire crowd) and have your @$$ handed to you.

Speaking of that holiest of days, Sunday, Cappy and I took down the South Fork Double-Cross (in clockwise fashion), and it was a treat.  (51.1 miles, 7.500 ft of elevation, 5 hours ride time.) As I readied myself in the wee hours of the morning, and asked what the hell I was thinking, I found and donned the above socks, knowing it was surely a sign. After only a handful of recovery rides, this one seemed daunting. Were it not for Cap'n's keen orienting, sense of humor, and conversation, I might still be out there. In truth, it was a hoot, the weather was mild in the early hours, and only hottest as we came up Forebay road. We made the obligatory stops for bridge inspection. Upon careful review, we concluded B might have a screw loose.

We then opted for salty fries and frosty beverages at the Forester, before a relatively easy descent back to town.

In the end, following a long hiatus or injury, many folks opt for Physical Therapy and rollers. I got a better script: Any FT3 (or LRP), 4-2-1, take as often as needed for pain. Oh, look, it's Tuesday, and I'm due for another round of "therapy" tonight.

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5:45 at Squito lot. I'm driving.

**As for the rest of the weekend, some co-opting Century blogger will have to give us the highlights from Saturdays fun fest. I'm certain, given the temps and the territory, that it was good times for all.

Sierra Century Report
Miles 0 - 40: WooHoo! We're riding our bikes, this is fun!
Miles 40 - 60: Wow, its getting hot, are you doing ok, NoHandle?
Miles 60 - 80 (the big climb):  ...holy...crap.....too...hot.....eyes....stinging....legs....cramping...
Miles 80 - 100 (the big descent): Weeeee, we're riding our bikes this is fun!