chapter 18: a walk in the woods.

got a new shaving cream in my stocking for Christmas. I used it for the first time this morning. I'll admit it left my face a little more soft, and perhaps a little more smooth than my usual shaving cream (soap). The issue is this : I don't really care for the smell of my face, I mean how the cream makes my face smell. I catch a whiff of it and I look around, like for sure someone has invaded my personal space or something. I mean it has to be the someone else, or maybe someone is looking over my shoulder, then I realize it was just me. It's a little disturbing.

Diane and I went into town last night and hit the Sante Fe Mexican Restaurant. If you know Newark, it's the joint that has MEXICAN PICNIC over the door. I think that was the old owners and the new owner never got around to taking down that really bad sign. Good burritos, Bad marketing. I had a steak burrito, Diane went with blackened chicken. a good burrito just makes a person smile. really good jalapenos too.

Tonight's ride was supreme. There were 3 large groups riding the system tonight. All were friendly, but we were the kings. Was it because we were the fastest ? no. Does it mean anything that arguably anyone in our group tonight could be listed as one of our areas ten best riders? no. Am I a small fish in a tiny pond? oh yeah. Was it because I pipped Dan the man in sprint at the end? no It's because we are PIMPS.

For a change I won't give you a role call, but know it was cooler than you can imagine. Yeah it was that good....