I’m hanging in Durango for a couple days. I moved down into town to stay with Ned for a couple days. I haven’t hung with Ned for a while, so it is pretty enjoyable. Ned is the funniest person I know. He humor is super dry and usually directed towards himself.
Anyway, Ned took us on a ride up to some dam. It was a little over 2 hours. Climbing all the way out and downhill, headwind all the way back. Ned isn’t the prettiest rider in the world. Far from it. But, it seems to work for him, so that is all that counts.
Last night we met up with Todd Wells and his wife, Meg, at a brewery downtown. Same as Ned, I haven’t sat down with Todd for ages, so it was great. It is nice having friends that you don’t see for a while and the conversation is just as if we hung last week. Todd and Ned both are jet lagged. Todd worse than Ned. He was in Europe for 3 weeks, so he’s pretty off on time. If Todd would have been 30 seconds faster at MTB Worlds last Sunday, he would have finished 5th instead of 7th and automatically made the Olympic Team. But, he had a shitty start and only made up up to 7th by the finish. So, he has to do the whole qualifying procedure next year, which I’m sure is super convoluted.
Ned told me late last night that he’s sick. So, this morning, I woke up feeling a little under the weather. I’m positive it psychosomatic, but none the less, I don’t feel that great. Ned is talking about MTB riding up by the college today. That is good for me. I think I’m heading back to Kansas tomorrow morning. It’s a pretty long drive. Phil Gronninger, a friend from KC that has moved to Denver, is trying to get me to go on a epic rode ride 7 am on Saturday in Denver. That might work out. I think I’ll decide after riding off road this afternoon.