dog days are over...

One of the challenges of cross season is the travel and the time away from home. Going from race to race each week is exciting, but honestly I miss my dogs as we don't get as much down town with them during the season.  As a result of this a weird little tradition has developed with Riley and Layla.
The Monday night car ride. I don't know maybe a month ago, I was cleaning out the car, and the bikes and the dogs were outside with me, and well, they ran and jumped in the back of the toaster.  I yelled for them to get out of the car, but they refused. They stood on the tail gate and barked defiantly at me.

So I did what any parent who spoils their kids would do. I took the kids for a ride in a car. The dogs were totally stoked. So now, each Monday night, when I'm cleaning bikes, and cleaning out the car, the dogs jump in the back and start barking at me. And we go for a ride...

They love the ride, and frankly so do I...

everyone in said picture slapped me around sunday.

yet another weird tradition of cross that I have grown to love

my legs feel awfully heavy this morning...

respect
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