The Wednesday night P-ride was planned to be long and truely epic. It started out that way but quickly digressed into a suffer fest of pavematic proportions. At least we rode a variety of terrain: Mowed grass, tall-ass field grass and itchy phuking-grass. My legs hurt. I'm wishing the whole rogue loop we had planned would have worked out, but I guess three hours in the saddle on a school night starting at 8 p.m. is good enough. Next week lets stick to the singletrack bros; that and more beer, maybe a campfire too. Yep.