Brothers biking and brewing.

This is, ostensibly, a cycling blog, but I've been on injured-reserve for the better part of a month now. Having somehow managed to screw up my knee while involved in a search, there's been precious little going on lately; hence the month-long lag between posts.

While others have been in Vegas, racing in front of thousands of spectators, I've been in a vicious cycle of sitting around waiting for my knee to get better, getting bored out of my mind, caving in and riding, and then re-injuring it so that I have to sit around some more. It's maddening.

The latest iteration in this cycle took place over the weekend. Having taken several days off since Tuesday's ride, I decided I would attempt to ride again. I drove to Alhambra Saturday morning, with the intention of joining my brother on the Montrose ride -- Pasadena's local roadie training ride. I overslept, so we missed the ride start, which turned out to be a good thing. Troy and I did our own ride, and even at a leisurely pace, with little climbing, my beleaguered knee was torturing me by the end of a mere 2 hour ride.

Frustrated, and in pain, I returned to Troy & Tracy's place to drown my sorrows in ibuprofen and beer. 5 gallons of beer!




The ride was actually a mere precursor to the real goal of the weekend, that being cooking up a batch of homebrew. Troy, Tracy, Troy's fellow chem-geek friend Pavle, and I spent the rest of the day brewing a batch of porter.

It should be ready in time for my birthday. Maybe I can also celebrate a recovered knee by then.