It was a hot one this afternoon. High temp of 31 degrees with a humidex of 37 (99 degrees fahrenheit for you old folks) but it didn't stop me from enjoying some deserted singletrack at Turkey Point. The bugs are dying down, although the deer flies are still bad on the West Side. The powerful summer sun was beating down hard and turning the forest floor into a boiling mix of sand and pine needles. The smell of the sand and pine is so sweet, my favourite smell of all time. My cousin and I use to stop along the trail in the sunny areas and just take in that smell of pure summer at TP. Nothing quite like it.
The Fatboy continued to impress me today, fast and hooks up everywhere. This is a bit of a "fat race" type of bike with uber quick handling and a smooth cushy ride.
Regardless of the heat, I still managed a pretty big ride. I hit everything on the East Side (except for the Anderson Tract and Dump) with Planet of the Apes and West Ridge tossed in for good measure. I loaded my Wingnut to the brim with water and ended up drinking all 3 liters of water. Any bigger of a ride on one of these hot days and I'll have to pack a bottle on the bike for some extra water, a big guy has to drink.
I also took a stop at a large patch of poison ivy that I had fallen into earlier this year. I ended up with PI all over my legs and arm, a healthy prescription of Prednisone and I was right as rain in 3 weeks. Fucking Poison Ivy. I have to admit, it was a bit of sweet revenge when I pissed all over the damn bush. I think TP is the poison ivy capital of Ontario. This shit is everywhere.
All in all, a great ride. No other riders out there today either. Lots of fatbike tracks in the sand though, I'm not the only crazy ass out here.
The Bric...._ mountain biker, road rider, heavyweight gear abuser. Built like a brick sh*thouse. No bike is safe.