178: chasing layla

Rode my bicycle over to my parent's house the other night. Mom was having some issues with her computer and I said I'd take a look at it. I'm far from IT savvy, but I figured I'd try my best. She won't tell me so, but I think I made it worse. Sorry Mom.

Riding home I cut through a little rough part of Elkton. A group of teenagers were doing what teenagers do: sitting on a stoop heckling people that came by. I rode by and they yelled at me, "look it's Lance Armstrong! Go Lance Go!" they all laughed. I responded by yelling back, "look it's dirty wife beater t-shirt guy! Go dirty wife beater T-shirt guy!!"

The leader of the pack puckered up his face somewhat confused. His peers laughed a hesitant and unexpected laugh. I don't think they expected a quick re-tort from me. Perhaps not my most clever work, but it was effective.

Did some corner drills on my new tubies. Monkey assures me they are supposed to feel weird in the corners. I'm not sure my 175lb - okay 178lb ass is supposed to be running 25lbs of air pressure. I have been assured everything will be fine, but they feel weird, and in the fastest corners tonight, I admit I was timid. I'm guessing it will come around. Plenty of time to get comfortable with that. I mean, it's August, who's racing cross now anyway ?

Silly Fools.

respect

faticus

PS: thanks for all the kind words about Layla. She is doing much better. Today is her first day back to normal food. Never spent so much time chasing a dog around the back yard to look at their crap. I think Riley was getting jealous. I can imagine him thinking something like this: "look man, my crap is twice as big as hers, but all you do is walk around trying to watch her crap, hey I'm over here, I'm crapping, Come on man! Look at this pile! it's huge ! "

Must love dogs. - UGH