Chain ring bolts fear this man...

This is supposed to be a rest week for me. Ha.
I get more shots in the spine Friday, so I'm trying to cram all my hours for the week into 3 days, as I won't be able to ride Friday, Saturday or Sunday. Yeah, no sweat. Yikes.

My friend LWeb (If biatch) rode up to meet me today. LWeb, Karen B and I were gonna go for a ride. Now this wasn't all fun, LWeb has been talking to me about roots and shoots program and youth group which may have a tie in to my job. But, as it turns out there was a lunch meeting I was supposed to be in, (it wasn't on my outlook calendar, I swear) and well, I missed it. I went to the meeting organizer told her my dilemma, she was cool, but still couldn't help having a weird feeling in my gut. In the end I think everything was cool, but... well...anyway... we had a fun ride, and did talk some shop. Damn, just a weird moment I guess.

Tonight was another good ride, MR was beautiful. Rolled out of the Zingo's parking lot with Fuzzy, Matty T, Todd, Keith G (bobby's boy), leg breaker Buddy, Single Speed Dan. We ripped the Judge. It was fast as all hell. I was hanging on for dear life and Fuzzy and Matt were picken' out sweet lines. It was just point and shoot. Single Speed Dan and his huge freaking legs destroyed yet another set of chain ring bolts and he was done early. We rolled back to the parking lot, Fuzzy, who was out much earlier bailed, and we picked up Slick Rick.