Every picture tells a story

19:12, no not 19 days you idjit

A sidewalk preacher on Chicago and Franklin told me Jesus will help me prosper at anything I set my mind to. I tried pretty hard at Black Dog on a windy night that doesn't really suit me. Give me a tropical dew point night when my knees warm up getting out of the car. My last race was 4 weeks ago when I rode a 20:02 on my cross bike with the flat bar. I pulled out the Scott Plasma last night and took 50 seconds off my last race.

I'm now only 44 seconds off my personal best from 2 years ago so the goal is to establish a new best this summer.

As always, thanks to Mrs who makes race night flow so smoothly.

Sometimes a man meets his destiny on the road he took to avoid it

I broke the seat on the clown bike with my fat ass and all the goofball riding I do. Have only ridden my 3100 dollar carbon fiber bike about 250 miles compared to 5000 miles on the 200 dollar clown bike.

Dogs walked and soon they will be off in dream land.

Breakfast is still up in the air. Chicken and waffles? Hmmmm, that sounds good, doesn't it?

I wish it would rain so I could mow the grass.

Fridays

We made it to Friday although it was probably less stressful for me than some of you.

Parole Officer Tuffy paid me a visit yesterday to check on me.

The Bicycle Film Festival is this weekend and Hurl has outlined which films are a must see.

Let's fire our 9 mm's into the air for Mrs who is one hell of a nice girl.

Have a good weekend and enjoy the hot weather cuz it's July 10th already.

F-ing Roadies!!

Before tennis rackets were the size of coal shovels

I've got 2 of the babies so if you want to go knock the ball around I'm ready. I have 2 dogs for the sake of you nitpickers.

Some bridges you cross and some bridges you burn

I know of at least 2 people who like when I use this media to express myself.

If I tried to take a nice picture of a dog or a friend or a sandwich with my camera phone it would come out all blurry. But pull the MF out of my pocket when I'm mowing the lawn and take a picture and it turns out Sports Illustrated quality.

Poor Kiah was a nervous wreck last night because of the fireworks. The drugs the vet sold us to calm her jangled nerves didn't do shit.

Dragger ride through a semi Hopkins loop was fun. That tandem is making some curious GD noises and I think she may drop soon.

The unemployment tree bore fruit last week. I need to report this news to Duane.

That's it...get out of here.