I love to air dry....

To me, there is nothing better than hopping out of the shower, sitting around naked, maybe check the email, eat a cookie... Behold, the beauty of vaporization. It's the lazy man's towel.

Unfortunately, the evaporative process is not time effective after a lunch-break bike ride. Not to mention, my favorite method of drying off would leave me exposed and vulnerable to attacks of the prank-crazy coworkers. And there's no way I'm checking my email in the buff at work. That would go over like a turd in a punch bowl.

So, dear reader, you must be thinking to yourself: "No big deal - after a lunch break bike ride, our hero will simply revert to the second best method of post-shower drying - the towel." You are correct, that is the next best thing. It is comforting, cozy, and time effective to wipe down with a freshly laundered, fabric softened towel after a rinse.

Sadly, however, your hero is a dazed and forgetful protagonist in the morning when he is packing his gear for the day ahead. The towel has been forgotten many a time before the first sip of morning coffee. Today was no exception, leaving only one option: the undershirt dry-down.

After soaking this through, I had to make a nude dash for some auxiliary paper towels.

The absorption properties of the undershirt are lackluster, and leave you with the threat of sweating through your top-shirt for the rest of the day. Well worth it, however, for a mid-day stroll on the bike.

3 outta 4...

Well, I shit myself today.

Buddy scrounged me up some toilet paper.

15 minutes in, I thought I had to fart. Turns out there was a little "chamois butt'r" waiting on deck. At first it was pleasant: warm, soft, lubricating. But by 2 hours into the ride, my taint felt like I had been squatting on a cheese grater. It was either that or a chamois/saddle incompatibility issue that led me to bail after riding 3 of the parks in the 4 park tour.

Buddy, Matt, and Les teach me how to ride a bike.

At the top of the boundary trail, I decided I'd head back to the car, so Buddy, Matt, Les, and I stopped for a nice beer. Sly Fox Pils. Hoppy, not too sweet. Just what the good lord intended in a canned beer.

Training for SSWC2007.

They also teach me how to drink.

I pulled off at the ranger station in White Clay, where I ran into FFA and her friend Ted. They tell me the rest of the extended crew, also out for their own romp in the woods, are all going to meet up for lunch. So Jan, E-town, FFA, Monkey, Fatmarc, and friend Ted all provided great company and room-clearing conversation while we schooled some burritos. All in all a great day.

FFA leads the way so she can show us how she got her name.

Time to grab the climbing shoes. The day is still young, and the Coatesville rock gym has some bouldering calling my name.

Jenny helped me start the weekend right with a nice after-work stroll on Friday.