With the weather report sucking some serious monkey wang this past weekend, I met up with a few of the guys from the gym at Boyce Park to do some mountain biking. A few caveats:

# The mountain bike I have is old, and fairly crappy. Heavy, no disc brakes, and pretty slick road tires (when I bought it, I really only planned to ride it on the road). # In case you haven't paid attention to my bitching, the last few weeks in Pittsburgh have seen a lot of rain. *A lot*. # I haven't really done any off-road mountain biking before. (I think you see where this is going...)

My bike and I engaged in some Hot Mud Wrestling Action(TM), to be sure. It wasn't really all that bad, once I figured out how to get around with very little traction. I didn't break anything, and I had a good time, although I think I slowed the pack up considerably. A few things to fix for next time:

# Knobbier tires. # I need to learn how to bunny hop.

After the riding was done, one of the guys and I went to the Squirrel Cage to grab a beer. I found parking on Forbes, but my friend didn't, so he went around the corner and turned into the parking garage. The parking garage with the low roof. While his bike was still in the roof rack. I didn't see it happen, but apparently it just ripped the bike clean off the roof (putting some nice gouges in the trunk on the way down) and maybe bent the locking mechanism... no other apparent damage.