silverware

Diane and I, like pretty much everyone on the east coast charged out early this morning trying to get out before the rains and total destruction that Irene is predicted to bring.

Spoon

I have to admit, I know the state parks in Delaware were all closed, but there were tons of people out riding and running early Saturday morning.

Knife

Diane and I were playing on the cross bikes. The fire-roads through White Clay were mostly dry, but had some small muddy sections and a few greasy corners which we danced around, through, over.

Old Forks

We took turns jumping out of corners, and pushing each other into the imaginary tape. We rolled through town and a quick loop through the campus. Down one section of road, I dove up the bricked sidewalk, because that's totally like racing on cobbles, while she half wheeled me on the road. I stood to jump ahead, and pull in front of her on the road when a I caught my rear tire on a rogue brick.

NEW FORKS!

I felt the rim hit it hard.

"don't flat, don't flat" I said to myself, as Diane accelerated a head of me and turned left towards the library. "SSSSSSSSSSS" I heard from my rear wheel and I new the day was over for me.

NEW FORKS!

Oh well, it was fun while it lasted. Diane laughed at me, and made her way back to the car. I walked my bike to a local coffee shop and waited for her to show up and pick me up...

Coffee is good.

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fatmarc
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