It would have been a shame to have worn these sock and not gone riding.
Yesterday was my first day rigid since the Norcross Scurry. It was prompted by my Reba sucking ass.
First half of the ride I was thinking maybe I needed a bigger front tire, or maybe I just wasn't up to rigid yet. But after I stopped to clear some deadfall, there was a change, as if the spirit of Jens Voigt had come to me.
And then I had more fun on a bike than I've had in a long time...so much so that I almost crashed into another rider as I rode down the East fence line.