Teh Prozenberger: killing it on a daily basis: November 2008

Ok, not so holy, but the diver part is true. So, I am finishing a cold PBR as I type this...Yesterday morning I decided to hit up the 10'oclock "group" ride. Well, I guess it was a bit too cold and windy for everyone, myself and one other guy met up at Cyclex for a couple of hours of fun slogging it into the cold headwind. I was definitely glad to be home from the ride. Should have ridden the mtb. Speaking of the mtb...there was a grand re-opening of sorts out at the Pine Ridge campground this morning for the Cedar Creek trail. Steve, Jasen, and a bunch of other people went out there in the 33 degree weather. It was actually pretty cool, I don't think that I have seen that many mtbs in one place, except for a race, in a long time. Anyway, cedar creek is interesting. It is definitely "roughing it" when it comes to mountain biking. I took the suspension bike, the rigid Alma stayed in my cozy garage. We rolled out a little after nine this morning and hit up the new sections of trail, which were very sweet. We decided to roll out the old trail, which is mostly horse trail with a ton of rocks. It was rough, and a bit muddy to say the least. I ended up with Jaysin, Green Beans, Mike B, Fish, and a few others out in the middle of nowhere. We were pretty much riding where there really wasn;t a trail. Well, we crossed a creek and started up this rocky, leafy climb when we all came to a unanimous decision to turn back around. Now, up till then I had stayed pretty dry, except for a bit of sweat. As you know, I don't like to ride thru creeks and get wet, I am usually careful to take the driest route. Not only do I not want to get my clothes dirty and wet, I hate working on my bike. So, I am rolling down this embankment, slow, looking for the cleanest line into this creek to stay the driest, when all of a sudden my front tire decided to sink into some sand and pitch me over the bars. Head first. Into the creek. It was deep, both arms totally submerged, and my chest down to my belly button. Landed on my knees, soaked my knee warmers. So, Pretty much everything from the waist up, and my knee warmers, and my gloves were soaked. And, we were at the furthest point from the camp ground. Luckilly, Mike had some extra gloves, and Nate had an extra jacket, which he offered me coultless times, and Ethan was practically foaming at the mouth thinking I might just get cold enough to stop and spoon with him for a bit (thanks guys!!). Finally made it back to the campground, cold and wet. Also, for some reason today, I had ZERO bike handling skills. Not sure what was up with that. Anyway, ate some cookies, waited for Steve, and packed it in and headed home. So yah, that was interesting. Had a lot of laundry to do, and now I have a bike that is totally assed up that I need to work over this week.