012: radio silence

Dear Diary,

I haven't been super motivated to blog this week.

Perhaps a little post Granogue depression. More than likely it was time to get back to the business of life with that in the rear view mirror. Did a little riding this week which was needed for my mental fortitude.

Wednesday had a great ride with Buddy, Jeb, Dennis and Peaches. Those guys know how to throw a bike around. I am constantly reminded, that I am last years model... Jeffy says I need to sell my road bike... Maybe some good points to that arguement...
Saturday I did the tour de Chester County and got slapped around a bit. I may have been a little aggressive early and ended up dropped by the end. Jay Jay and Doyle are riding at such a high level right now. Postal knows that damn loop so well, he'll soft pedal a section and rip your heart out on the next. CZ, and Ryan could pull the entire time and not blink. And then there's me, hoping that if I keep up the witty banter and jackassery, they won't leave me for dead on the road.

Sunday, the monkey took it to me as she went for her longest ride since her injury.
About a week ago Jim talked about the independence ride. Not sure if that was what today was for Diane but she was going good. She'll tell you she's got a ways to go, and her fitness is poor, I'm just stoked to be back on the bike with her..

Slipped down to Baltimore today to check out the newest bike shop in town:

Auer Power

Stormin' Norman

Sweet Johnny
Breyla-la and Monk...
after that Monk and I hit the Jellyfish exhibit at the National Aquarium.

kiss my bass
fish eye x2

jellies

to wrap it all up, we watched a sweet movie call "it might get loud" with Page, Black and the Edge. So good.

Christmas Card shot? Maybe...

rock out with your bad selves.

respect.
fatmarc