Stupid me went for her first ride in like two months today. 45 miles. On my surly with its fat tires. Which officially is a bike I'm selling, because OWW. The fact that it has flame stickers and I picked every part and built it myself and all that nostalgia is no reason to keep a bike that just doesn't fit right for long rides.

But it was a fun ride. I forgot to take off my undies beneath my bike shorts 'cause I wasn't making good decisions today unfortunately, so OWWIES.

For the last 17 miles it felt like alien monsters were trying to rip their heads out of my calves.