When I was in college, I had some buddies that would drink til oblivion in the evening, then, just as a measure of how drunk they got the night before, they'd go out at 11am the following day to all you could eat Chinese and get all of the spiciest stuff they could. Just because.

Continuing with that spirit, after entering and racing the 50mile pain cave this past weekend known as the Inaugural Steamboat Stinger mountain bike race, I rode my singlespeed tonight, up to Miller Rock, just to make sure all the hurt left in my legs and my body was for real. It was good.

Next Tuesday, all you slackers need to get your ass up here. We're heading to Buchanan Pass.