010: the mend.

Saturday after a nice ride, Jan, Monkey and I sat outside of the local coffee house enjoying an overpriced, yet still tasty drink. We watched the cougars descend upon town, and placed bets on whether a group of folks walking up the street would go into Starbucks or Hollywood tans.

Yeah, we were bastards but the people watching was awesome and it was a beautiful day. We had just finished a beautiful ride. What's a fatmarc to do?

I watched as a car pulled up, and a young kid got out. He waived good by to his father, reached into the back of the car and picked up his guitar. The kid proceeded to walk over the sidewalk, set his hat down on the ground and start playing.

We sat for the better part of an hour talking shit about the world, burn notice, how much I hate Seinfield, and of course cyclocross.

The kid sat across the street playing guitar, singing to the anyone and everyone who walked on by. Ballsy kid, talented too. When he played this, I was really stoked.

Totally impressive. Totally cool.

I wish I was that cool.

respect.

fm

sicko:

"We keep moving forward, opening new doors, and doing new things, because we're curious and curiosity keeps leading us down new paths. We're always exploring and experimenting."