Pink Mists/Dark Days {Telecaster Nation}

Stones Horsley's flying circus swooped into town on Saturday morning, what followed involved frenzied climbing, a war of attrition on bikes (spokes [mine], derailleurs, chains, seats and seat posts) mud and some rain, muesli bars, more climbing, mists, inarticulate happy noises made in the throats on the descents, sweat, warm, cold and Stones himself. Unfortunately I had to peel off early to head to work (which I was already an hour late for), Regretfully leaving Nigel and Hayden (who were going up to tackle Split Enz et al) I lead Stones and the others back to the car park via The Menu and Be Rude. By the time I arrived at work The pink mist of endorphins, bromance and exhaustion had well and truly set in. I only thank the good lord that the team of nurses I lead run shit sooooo tight that they can let their hefe's fixed smile and twitchy legs slide occasionally. Sympathy for the health care workers? Damn straight (the one's that work with me anyhoo...). Today dawned mild and overcast, spoke dutifully repaired (Thanks Marcello!!) I repaired to a bunch of chores before braving the sketchy looking skys for a late afternoon hit out. The ground remained dry for the first hour of my ride, however when I dropped into the trees at the beginning of Grinder and it was DARK at three in the afternoon my threat sensors twigged somewhat. It all went monumentally pear shaped about half way through the second section of Bunny Jugs (my new favourite trail) Not rain, rather a downpour of almost biblical proportions..my thoughts of climbing hill rd again to git up to Roller Coaster were dashed, and it was exit stage wet. I arrived home some time later, sandy/muddy and cold, however like any good mahout I made sure my steed was put away dry and clean before attending to myself. Now I sit before my laptop warm, full and wittering away excitedly because the little lady and our kids come home tomorrow!!!! JOY!!! Riding bikes is awesome, however having nothing to come home to is most definitely not. I can't wait.

The Big Guy txt me today, all excited (rightfully) because he'd just gotten his favourite guitar (Maton 12 string) set up nice and it was all ready to go. That got me thinking about guitars (which was the other thing apart from bikes that I used to think about a lot) and reminiscing about my special favourites. Ladies and Gentlemen, I give you a fine example of three Telecasters played rather well. Lovely.