So I was planning some great rides last week and weekend.
Of course I forgot that it was the week(end) of the AT&T Pebble Beach National Pro Am Golf Tournament. Seriously, can we maybe trim that name down just a bit? It used to just be The Crosby. I guess that was just too easy to say. Anyway.
Forn those of you who Don't know, it is policy that it rain copiously during this particular golf tournament. Every year like clockwork. You'd think the people who put it on would have been smacked by the clue bat by now but noooo.
So I have to stay inside and stare wistfully at my beautiful bicycle and think about all those poor unused roads going to waste without my fat butt on them. All the while a bunch of golf boobs bufoon around, chasing a little white ball over drenched grass while another man holds an oh so cute floral pattern umbrella over their heads.
And I don't get my rides.
But I'm not bitter. I'm not bitter.
I hate golf.