Layla flying around the yard...

Breakfast.
Diane and I went to the Grasshopper Café off 896 for breakfast today. She had a couple of eggs, and I had a breakfast quesadilla. It was awesome, this place is small and kinda off the beaten path, but the food is top notch. Very good meal.

On the way to eat we passed a bunch of friends riding on the road, as we passed, I hung out the window of the car like a jackass and shouted, “ you skinny tire people, you lycra wearing, skinning tire people!” The looks on the faces, went from suffering, to anger as they realized someone was yelling at them, to laughter as they realized it was me being a jackass. Mike CZ and Tom MC had the most expression. Not sure Postal Dave knew it was me at all.

Ride today.
Buddy and I rode the south half of Fairhill today. Trails were wicked fast. I wasn't, but it was sweet. Really good riding. Rode the new bike, little taller gear today. I felt a little pull in my back, but not in a bad way. New bike needs a Reba. I think I got the appropriation committee (Diane) talked into it already.

Damn, it's good to be a gangster.

Saw Leo out today too. I love that guy. Every sentence starts with "those fucking guys, sonofabitch... " and the story begins. He rules.

Good ride, almost 2 hours. Buddy said, "I'm glad we weren't hammering today." to which I answered, " we weren't hammering !?" Good stuff, bike felt good, legs felt good. Life is good.

Respect
fatmarc