Mr. Scabby Ass

There is a point in everyone's early season that they finally feel like they're getting enough riding in. Each person's sign is different. Some people finally feel the fitness coming on, others relish the feeling of legs that have been completely throttled and cannot handle another mile and others go by their comical tan lines. Me? All of these things can be good signals but my one true tell is the formation of the all important ass scab. And finally, for the first time this year, I'm sportin 'em for real. Both cheeks are thoroughly roughened, red and sore. Yesterday's 3 hours on the road bike set the stage and this mornings 1:15 mountain bike commute completed the scene. Sorry, no pictures. Yet.