Yesterday morning, I peeled myself out of bed at 7AM. It was like trying to flip a pancake that wasn’t ready to be flipped. After enjoying some French Roast made in my new french press I got for xmas from Mom and Dad, I suited up and headed out for my last ride of the week in the QQ.

I was going to enjoy a 3.5 hour mountain bike ride and was having fun riding on the icy trails until… “WHAT?!?!” My front brake lever suddenly pulled straight to the bar. I released, and it was flapping in the wind.

This part fell out… which abruptly ended my ride. Turns out, you kinda need your front brake to stop going at high speeds. I already knew that, but had a few “fun” moments when I was going too fast and tried to slow for a corner. I simply rode back home after that, but still got in 2.5 hours. I think there is an evil brake leprechaun who lives in the North Foothills of ABQ because in November, I was mountain biking up there and my rear brake died. It was an easy fix (just needed to be rebled).

It appears I have sold my Scott Hardtail to someone on MTBR which I will be kissing goodbye after next week. I am excited for someone else to give ‘er a whirl! And guess who scored the Cannondale? The brother of Survivorman who is also survivorman, part 2. It’s hard to let go, like watching your 5 year old go to school on the first day for the very first time. *Sniffff*

I am off the bike for the next 2 days. Today is hiking with Superkove and tomorrow, we are going snowshoeing. I also splurged for a bottle o’ champagne to celebrate 2009. It’s going to be a great year!