Get the Creak Out
So, yesterday I met up with my buds Kevin and Sam for a ride in the Falmouth area. There are oodles of trails down there and I've never really seen any of them so it was my chance to finally sample so choice singletrack just outside of Portland. I was amazed by what he had right out his back door. We rode for 2.5 solid hours and apparently only did maybe half of what he has right there. Damn. Unfortunately, instead of truly enjoying the trails, I instead was dealing with a few bike issues that took my head out of the game. First, I broke my saddle (more on that tomorrow) at the Pinnacle and had snagged a WTB test ride saddle from the shop on the way down to use for the time being. I was late for the ride so I essentially threw the saddle on and we headed out. It was immediately clear that I had positioned it incorrectly with the tip pointing slightly up so I felt like I was sliding off the back. At our first stop I proceeded to quickly fix it and ended up with this:
It's hard to enjoy this when you have creaking on the brain and a saddle nose lodged up yer ass.
naughty, naughty hope qr. but your color matches my salsa frame soooo well.