Spring Has Sprung

Wednesday night racing started last night at Crystal Ridge ski hill. The course was rugged. Hard, rutted and bumpy through Kevin's Heaven, more like a rock garden of hardened earth rather than stone. Most of the course ran well. Though many parts were new this year compared to last year the course ran the same time wise. With my laps averaging just under 35 minutes I am doing 8 minutes overall better than last year and felt good through the end of the third lap. Didn't win any raffle prizes even though I needed another new tube. Picked up a nail last week and am down to one new spare. Why God! Why!

Believe it or not there is more to Spring than Wednesday night races. The peach tree I planted a few years ago bloomed big for the first time this year. Misao is excited that we might get some fruit. Also planted a Holly to shade this basement window to block the glare. My wife works at a table under the window.

Not too patient in the gardening area so I tend to plant the radishes, lettuces and spinach and such that can tolerate the cooler spring temperatures. Especially this Spring and we all know it's the weatherman's fault. Spent three plus hours vigorously pulling weeds, mixing and turning soil at Church. Harder on ones back than any ride.

Another sign of Spring. I found this Crane egg on our flood wall coming back on one of my recent rides. Obviously pirated by gulls. (GO Brewers!)

Here's an interesting product someone posted on the WORS message board. Yes people are ranting about gel packs littering the trails and passing among other things.

And the evil evasive (or invasive) species infecting our natural environments garlic-mustard dominates parts of the trail at Hoyt Park. I stopped last week to pull some out before it goes to seed. Met the Beer-man on my way home as he was biking to Harley Woods to meet the DNR about that bear. He said it was futile to pull the stuff up when the river will just carry more in and the seeds last for years.

Thanks Beer-Man. My life is an exercise in futility. Meaningless. I'll just go home and sulk in the corner with my dog that's dying.

There's a country song in there somewhere.... Always wash your bike to stop the spread of evasive species.