TALES: No place like home
After weeks off the bike, Tom took it easy on me Saturday morning for what I’m guessing was about 15 miles of dirt. Two weeks in Indonesia was good preparation for the Okinawa heat, but I drained the Camelbak dry in no time under the humidity. Chain broke about 10 minutes out so luckily it was Tom to the rescue. Important to mention that my dilapidated tool kit lacked a tube (punctured by crescent wrench), chain tool (rusted in place) and master link (hmmm). Note to idiot self: be self sustaining -- always!

After hitting Chibana, Spiders & Pipes and a portion of Mad Hatter, we detoured through a hole in fence to visit some old haunts of Tom’s from “back in the day.” Good rides, with a rock garden and nice chute finishing a piece of rough double track that I instantly dubbed “Happy Ending.” Surprisingly, the trails got us all of the way to La Luge in Yomitan with only a kilometer or two of pavement in between.

The Group
We’ve apparently lost a few OMBA members over the past few months, but I’m glad to see a couple of guys posting weekend ride times again. It’s been pretty dry for nearly two weeks, and the REALLY big spiders aren’t out yet, so it looks like a good week.

Selling the hard tail
Finally got up the nerve to sell my Cannondale F800. I’m getting weak under Clint’s constant prodding to enter some triathlons; if someone takes the hard tail, then I guess I’ll have to look at a road bike (only for training, of course).