Jeff up the first climb...Sunday:

Saturday:

It rained all fucking day. Like down pours and then showers. It sucked really bad. Howard and Dwayne at Newark Bike Line got the new Reba hooked up on my Team Green Bike. I am such a punk ass. I now have 2 basically identical mountain bikes. Single Speed, 29ers, one full disk, one front disk only. They are sweet.

Highlight of the day. Walking into Sinclair's, this really mellow dirty hippy breakfast place, we happen to notice someone turning the wrong way on to Main Street. As I said, just as I open the door Diane notices
And yells, "HOLY FUCK!!!" at the top of her lungs of course as I opened the door. We enter the restaurant, and the normally calm place that would not blink at us walking in gets silent, and they all look at us. I was smiling, and thinking to myself, "yup, I'm with foul mouth over here, We'll just sit in the back."

Deputy was hanging at the restaurant, we talked for a while, and it was the first time we talked since the demise of the Trek Series. Time heals all wounds. Except for Craig (not my brother) he still hates me.

Oh yeah, because it was raining, I rode inside, the rollers for 3 hours. Anyone tells me my pedal stroke is choppy is gonna get shot. I hate rollers. Blah...

For the record I had a small stack of wheat pancakes. Excellent, I would highly recommend.
Diane had a cheese and sausage omelet, again garnering high marks.