Thursday morning came very early, and although the weather was scheduled to change, it was still rather chilly up on the levee. Between the darkness and the fog and the large group, I wasn't really comfortable with the speed on the way out, so I retreated to the back of the 20-rider string to wait until the testosterone level at the front dropped a bit. I ended up taking the long way home, including a couple of laps around Audubon Park with a rider visiting from D.C. In reality, I was just trying to postpone the inevitable, that being a few hours of scraping generations of paint from one of the kitchen doors. By the time that thing was finally scraped and sanded and primed, I was sore and covered in paint dust (despite having been outside the whole time). Since the kitchen is practically uninhabitable right now, we went out to eat with the neighbors at Maple Street Cafe, which was pretty nice.
Today the weather was anything but wintry. I went out in shorts and two jerseys, one of which was totally unnecessary. We had a nice little group and got in a good Friday ride. I ended up riding all the way down to the park again because there was a long train crossing at Oak Street. The train was going the same direction we were, so we ended up waiting a the Audubon Park crossing for it to pass anyway. Shortly after I got home there was a little rain shower, but basically the rest of the day has been pretty nice. The rest of the day was more paint scraping, along with cleaning up the door hardware that had also been painted over five or six times over the years. Right now pretty much everything is sore from using all those neglected above- the- waist muscles, and that Rogue Mocha Porter I just finished didn't even make a dent. Tomorrow is looking like it will be a little bit cooler, but the rain will probably hold off until the evening.
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