Keeping on

BeanSS and I just put in a backyard training aid. Yes, we're mountain bikers, but no, we did not build a pump track. I'm talking about a disc golf basket. There's barely room for it unless we want to put it up where the dogs do most of their business, but then missed putts would have some stinky consequences. As it is, badly thrown discs either bang into our security bars, gather glochids after rolling through the prickly pears, or skid into the other place our dogs do their business. Still, it's fun and I think I may actually be addicted to hearing the chains crash after a good throw.

Despite the increased focus on disc sports, I did just get back from a somewhat-climby road ride. And let me tell you, the new pavement on Anklam between Silverbell and Greasewood is glass-smooth. I almost wanted to just ride up and down that little stretch over and over. As always, most of my miles are from commuting. Other than that, I haven't ridden a mountain bike in almost a month. Lastly, I'll eventually get around to discussing why my new favorite cycling socks are the ones that say "cancer sucks".