232: steamroller

Friday evening, I was a splendid ride around the Gallagher sections of Fairhill. It was kinda my way to unwind from a tough week. The play list included the Cramps, , TSOL, Led Zeppelin and Jay Z. When I came home, I found that Diane and I would be having some unexpected overnight guests in our nephews Justin and Jake.

So when the kids arrived, we loaded up the car, headed into town, played on the bikes at Bikes at Bike line, picked up a wheel from F-James and of course ate some ice cream.

When we got home, it was time for bed. We finally got the kids to sleep, and an exhausted Diane and I settled down for a much needed night of sleep. Or so we thought.

2:00 am

"Uncle Marc?"

"yes, Justin."

"I'm hungry"

"we'll eat in the morning buddy"

"uncle Marc?"

"yes Justin ?"

"I'm thirsty.."

"Justin if you drink you'll whiz the bed, we'll get a drink in the morning..."

"Uncle Marc?"

"Yes Justin?"

"I'm hot."

"Justin, pull the blanket off and go to sleep buddy, it's the middle of the night."

This went on pretty much every other hour. Super Sweet.

The next morning it was a quick round of cereal and then the boys cleaned my bike.

I gave the boys a bath as Diane did the Icicle. I sat the boys wrapped in towels on the bed. I said, wait here while I get you clothes. I came back to find two naked boys bouncing on the bed. Beautiful.

I get them dressed, sit them on the bed and say, "wait here while I get your shoes." To which I come back and find this..

Two clothed boys bouncing on the bed. lesson learned, if I leave the room with them sitting on the bed, they will be jumping on it when I come back.

Diane got home, and I slipped out for a ride. Then later that day we took the boys to the playground, where their grandmother who took them with her.

Diane and I rushed to find the biggest cups of coffee we could.

Needless to say, Saturday night we were out like a light.

On Friday I had swapped emails with my friend, Matt Doyle (DOYLE RULES!) He's our local king of the mountains, and he was trying to see what rides were going on this weekend. My theory is that Matt likes to ride with me, because he likes to see the fat kids suffer on the climbs.

Well, I told him I was doing a time trial Sunday morning to which he responded, " tell you what, why don't you come to my house, give me the entry fee, I'll beat you with a baseball bat, and then we can go for a ride."

I spit water on my desk after that one. Although it was a temping offer, I passed on the baseball bat beating and did the time trial anyway. (user: mikeburkephoto password: capemayTT_album) I had fun, I was a little bummed that they shortened the course without telling me, and that I missed the average speed I was hoping to hit. Still it was a very fun ride, and I was very pleased with how things went overall. Seriously I think I was the only kid in the cat 4 race that didn't have a freaking TT bike. Now I am lusting for one...

counting crows still suck.

respect.

faticus