on asses grown in molasses

an ode to meaty seaties

Another week, another long ride.

Sunday is the Resuwrection ride. 100 miles of gravel and bullshit.

Today was the last ‘long ride’ in preparation for the first in our series of mammoth rides.

A hundred mile ride is also known as a century.

It’s a bit of a big deal - riding your first century.

Most people do this on pavement.

Zeke?

He’s a bit of a troll himself, taking us on brutal, punishing routes.

The Resuwrection ride is no exception.

Today was a fine sample of what’s in store for the bunch of us on Sunday.

It started out on the pipeline route. Riding up hill and into the wind over a road bed rough enough to shake your fillings from your head. Six inch stone popps up where the gravel and dirt has been worn away. It’s ten kilometers of jaw clenching joy.

From there, there’s a bit of road, then more of the natural gas pipeline followed by a bit more road.

Then?

Then things today got wet and muddy. After thirty five kilometers that we floated through in two hours, over the next two we travell…