I was hanging out with some friends last night at my Tri Club social and they had an intervention of sorts. I was duly informed that I was 'too prissy" and that something would be done about it.
"Too prissy?" I said, unbelieving. Don't they know how many snot rockets I launched on my last ride?!
Yes, too prissy. Apparently, my roadie cycling clothes match too well, my legs are too shaven, my bar tape is too clean and I lack the requisite number of scars on my knees, elbows, knuckles and ankles. I am also in want of stories where I have ridden into trees, fallen off logs and rolled down enbankments.
So now my "friends" have found me a small Specialized mountain bike frame and are in the process of building it up with all of their spare components. They say they are grooming me for a future Xterra.
I have no say in the matter. My voice is "too prissy" to be heard.
I will have to get dirty.
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Baggy cargos and bleeding forearms and calves ftw. Treehugging... (half crashing and grabbing a tree to stay up) ground-eating (mmmmm taste that dirt!) and RSU maneuvers (Rubber-Side-Up) are my forte... not that I want to... and nothin' like raspberry marks on your hips from sliding. yow. Snot rockets, bloody marks, sweat and tanlines... the 'fake tan' from dirt and dust clinging to sweat... These are a few of my favorite things... 
