Holy crap I feel like my eyes are going to pop out of my skull and these mild hallucinations might take form and attack me. My muscles ache and whine even when I lie down. My knees make weird sounds, like closing an old, rusty door. I don’t think I’m only speaking for myself. Look at all of us:

so tired

so tired

This was us after our trip to Bear Mountain, where we rode to camp the night & test out all of our camping gear. Now, we are well aware that it’s going to rain all day tomorrow. Sure, we could’ve postponed our ride to avoid the weather, but when we’re in the middle of Idaho and it’s hailing on us and bears are waking up from hibernation, hungry, it’s not like we can be all “oh, let’s just ride tomorrow”. It’s do-or-die every day. And we need to get used to shit-tastic weather as soon as we can. We also need to find out if all of our gear works properly. That’s why this picture was taken at Sid’s Bike Shop on 34th St. & 2nd Avenue in Manhattan. Because we found out about a mile and a half into our trip that Andy’s bike needed some fine tuning.

For a little bit of perspective, here’s how far we got today:

sids. pretty close to home...

sids. pretty close to home...

What happened is that Andy’s rack slipped off. And in so doing, it bent all sorts of shit that needs to be not bent if you want your bike to work right. That’s EXACTLY the way they explained it to us at the shop. So we spent the next hour or so hanging out on 34th street as the day got increasingly more awesome for riding, while the mechanic’s worked on Andy’s bike.

d'oh!

d'oh!


As a side note, I’d like to say that I had only gotten an hour and a half’s sleep last night. In fact, til now, I’ve only gotten another half hour’s worth. What gives? Why the hell would I be all “let me stay out allllllll night long then go riding 60 miles to go camping” the next day? It’s because I was utterly committed to winning Trackstar’s “Midnight Madness 2″ race – a 24 hour scavenger hunt based on an early 80′s movie that was Michael J. Fox’s first movie appearance. Look it up! Last year, team “Angry Neighbors” (Chombo, Doug, Johnny Midwest, Amadeo, and myself) took a controversial 2nd place, and we were adamant about redeeming our shame this year.

This year, it turns out that only two goddamn teams raced. But the other damned team was adamant about winning too, and did stuff like “go to Atlantic City” and “go to Philadelphia”. Us, we started out by riding to Laguardia, the Jersey Side of the George Washington Bridge, down to the Jersey entrance of the Holland Tunnel, then into the Lower East Side. This was all by 2am. It was 8am by the time I ducked out to ride to Bear Mountain. At that point, i was so delirious trying to pick up bizarre items from my apartment (a marionette, Mad Magazine, porn, plastic poop) that I almost forgot to pack for the camping trip and maybe, like, sleep.

But I did sleep. For an hour and a half. Then met Quinn & Andy, wherefore we promptly abandoned our trip for the day. It wasn’t a total loss. In the time being, I managed to find Billthy!2
He was worth 5 points in the scavenger hunt. I KNOW the other team didn’t get a photo of him.
As of this post, however, points are still being tallied. I’ll keep you updated on how this race turns out. We’re going to be seriously pissed if we end up 2nd place (out of TWO) again.

As far as the trip goes…we’re riding to Bear Mountain on Monday. The same Monday that’s going to be nothing but rain rain rain thunderstorms and rain. It will be a test of our willpower to see if we can drag ourselves from our comfortable beds in our roofed apartments and intentionally put ourselves out on the road for 5 hours, then pitch a tent in the mirk. But hell, we’re going to have to do a lot of that in the next few months.

I gotta get myself some sleep.