When riding the single speed, I will ALWAYS carry a chain tool.
When riding the single speed, I will ALWAYS carry a chain tool.
When riding the single speed, I will ALWAYS carry a chain tool.
When riding the single speed, I will ALWAYS carry a chain tool.
When riding the single speed, I will ALWAYS carry a chain tool.
When riding the single speed, I will ALWAYS carry a chain tool.
When riding the single speed, I will ALWAYS carry a chain tool.
When riding the single speed, I will ALWAYS carry a chain tool.
When riding the single speed, I will ALWAYS carry a chain tool.
When riding the single speed, I will ALWAYS carry a chain tool.
When riding the single speed, I will ALWAYS carry a chain tool.
When riding the single speed, I will ALWAYS carry a chain tool.
When riding the single speed, I will ALWAYS carry a chain tool.
When riding the single speed, I will ALWAYS carry a chain tool.
When riding the single speed, I will ALWAYS carry a chain tool.
When riding the single speed, I will ALWAYS carry a chain tool.
When riding the single speed, I will ALWAYS carry a chain tool.
When riding the single speed, I will ALWAYS carry a chain tool.
When riding the single speed, I will ALWAYS carry a chain tool.
When riding the single speed, I will ALWAYS carry a chain tool.
When riding the single speed, I will ALWAYS carry a chain tool.
When riding the single speed, I will ALWAYS carry a chain tool.
When riding the single speed, I will ALWAYS carry a chain tool.
When riding the single speed, I will ALWAYS carry a chain tool.
When riding the single speed, I will ALWAYS carry a chain tool.

There, I feel much better now. I suppose I'll have to decrease the myriad of tools that I don't carry when I'm out riding now that my legs are so cat 3 huge like Griffs. More about that later.

So I'm cruising along through the Walnut Creek Open Space yesterday enjoying a beautiful spring day. It was the perfect temperature and I had good sensations running through my legs and my noggin for a change. I hit up some of my favorite trails and some I hadn't frequented for a while. I came ripping up this single track that you wouldn't know was there if you didn't know it was there, all the while floating on the smooth trail as it bobbed and weaved through oaks and rocks. The trail was in pristine shape and I was seemingly alone to contemplate my role in this world. As I crested a small rise, I contemplated banking off a rock and setting myself up for a quick descent down the back side of the hill. My skill set being a bit rusty, I decided to merely maneuver around the rock at a slower pace. When oh to my wonderful surprise, here, in what God has intended for us all, were two love birds making love. The guy flashed me a sheepish grin as I realized quickly what I had happened upon. The blanket, the bottle of wine, a basket filled with strawberries or the like. And then the fleshy fleshness of the woman as she straddled him for all she was worth. I avoided eye contact with the women and said, "sorry about that." As I rode away, I could hear them chuckling a bit and I chuckled as well. Lucky dog getting some on a beautiful spring day.

Later, with happy thoughts and chuckles still working their way through my brain, my chain snapped like a twig in the forest and I was left to push. Why does the chain snap at the furthest point on the ride? And why am I such a minimalist when it comes to carrying tools? Starting now, at least I will have a chain tool on my person. Hope you are well and spring has sprung for you as well.

Johnny GoFast