green goblin & the elusive 100

yesterday we rode to arch springs. 5 hours on the bike, 2+ hours of waiting to be on the bike. it was a memorable day. we started out chasing the "a" boys out whitehall road to marengo. they kicked our ass, but it was fun to try to keep up. we split from the boys at marengo and set forth on our travels with an eclectic assortment of individuals - Jess and I pulling the way. We passed the retro hair salon where i contemplated a new 80's do, and the custom butchering shop (NOT to be confused with the custom butt-checking operation which i swear is what the sign said from further out). The green goblin met up with us at warriors mark, and served as our fearless leader hence forth. we're not sure what happened to his ear, but don't worry, he's safe and sound at my house now and will spend the rest of his green days in my jersey pocket, exploring the back roads of central pa.


"WS", aka weed socks, was en route, with a bag full of goodies and a diverse assortment of bike clothing in toe which made frequent gear changes quite convenient. gear aside, we're not exactly certain what other goodies he had in his pouch (take note of the touring bike with the fenders and saddle bag), but we're certain it was good.

We stopped at the cave on the way back for a second look at it with spring time foliage. Paul, our true fearless leader, helped me stage this green goblin photo opp.


jess was all about having her picture taken. i heard something involving an "ass kicking" and phone confiscation but unfortunately, sometimes i suffer from a selective listening disorder. on the way home, i added the local cattle crossing signs to my mental map as it's my new goal to sprint for just those (so i'll always win

it was supposed to be a century for me, but after feeling great for 75 miles, the legs cracked after hitting a few small rollers and wind on the way home. I had to settle for 90 and once again, miss out on the elusive 100. there's always next week.

Jess and I capped the evening off at Ottos - scoping out the boys (who were all with their parents), talking about cars, bikes and the days' adventure and drinking apricot wheat beer. mmmmm. we were both spent and called it an early night. but hey, we rode 90 miles, so we had already earned our keep for the day.