Pour Some Sugar On Me

Anybody that knows me, or has ever had more than 5 brews with me, knows that I sometimes like to proffer these….theories, little fundamental truths, I have come to know through keen scientific observation of the world around me.

Due to this habit I have postulated about topics ranging from tacos to “bi-sexuals” (oh yeah, ask me about that one sometime). I mention this now because the title of this post reminds me of one such universal axiom – chicks dig Pour Some Sugar On Me by Def Leppard.

And when I say “chicks” (with the utmost respect, ladies) I mean all chicks - young, old, teen, tween, city, country, good girls, bad girls (especially bad girls) any nationality, color or creed. It doesn’t matter if they’ve never heard the song before. Heck, they don’t even have to speak the language!

I’m just sayin’ - you could walk into a old folks home anywhere in the world with a boom box, kick out the Def jams, and get some geriatric toes tappin’ (hopefully it ends there, before someone brakes a hip).



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If you are a chick and you’re reading this (I know, not likely) check yourself with the link above. Seriously, we’ll wait……..seeeeeeee, I told ya.

Young men reading this, take note, there is great power in this knowledge……..aaaaand you’re welcome.

Incidentally, I have found that when presenting one of these theories, phrases such as “I’m just sayin’” and “seeeee, I told ya.” are key.

Damn if I’m not loquacious, what I really meant to say was – I went on a mountain bike ride at the Sugar Bottom trails on Friday.

A last minute plan came up on Wednesday while Nick and I were riding at Ahquabi. I was battling an on-coming head cold but I figured by resting Thursday I should be good to go on Friday. Not according to plan I felt pretty snotgurgley on Thursday and not great Friday morning, but I resolved myself to juicing up on caffeine and gettin’ er done.

And that's just what I did.

Nick and I were Weather Ninjas. As it rained in Des Moines we rode at Sugar. My Garmin is on the fritz and Nick's wasn't charged so I don't have a track or elevation profile to share, sorry. We did 2 full laps, measuring around 21 miles of great flowing singletrack. The riding is wonderfully varied, just about the time you're gassed from a long, steady climb the trail turns downhill to carve through smooth hardpack laden with pine needles and scarred by embedded roots. About the time you get comfortable rolling with the tide a loose rocky climb, mini drop off or a rooty switchback appears. With nothing really crazy you can let the brakes go and roll but some sections sneak up and demand attention, skills and respect. For the Midwest, for me, its about a 9 on a 10 scale. I didn't take many pictures because I was just too busy riding and having a blast at a favorite old haunt.

Skateboarding Dog, beat that.



Nick taking the usual mode of transportation to the top of cyclocross hill, walking. The second time through we skipped Cyclo Hill and followed the green trail around. They've really spruced that bit up with some cool boardwalks and other interesting features.



All manner of roots; if there's a curve or a switchback at Sugar, rest assured - its full of roots.



See, they call this Hell Trail. Charming.



Troll Bridge isn't nearly as sketchy as the rooty downhill right before it (not pictured)



Even though my cold didn't seem to slow me down at Sugar I had a feeling I would be paying for it later - and I did. I stayed pretty tethered to the couch Saturday and Sunday and am just now getting back to about 70% speed.

It was so worth it.