Woke early on Friday to go for a run, felt strong, had to work at 10 but got a text from the boss saying to meet him at the Liquor Store at 9.30 to stock up on supplies for the evenings White Russian-a-thon.
Work was the norm, save for a visit from this cool Thai lady who has been riding her bike all over the world for the last 6 years. Her blog was actually useful when I planned my own trip to Thailand a year ago - small word indeed...
... and yet the overwhelming sense of something on the horizon was inescapable.
WAY before closing, the Caucasians started to flow...
My Pops showed up ON HIS CRUISER BIKE! Which was unexpected and amazing. Its not close and that bike is a turd! (more on replacing it with something usable later)
People started showing and it quickly descended into mayhem.
The party moved to houses I don't really remember and by 4 I was hurting on my Dads floor again.
Saturday was beautiful, but I had checks to cash and a serious puncture wound in my arm, and a wicked hangover to attend to.
And shopping at Walmart always makes me feel better...
And if that didn't work lunch at a place called Dominic's Deli certainly hit the sweet spot...twice!
Sunday found me chasing down some 650b wheeled treasures from Jamis out at Mala Compra trails for a big Demo Day.
Ride Loni to the trails, sign the waiver, switch to a $6000 bike and S-H-R-E-D!!!
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| I also rode this little beast, the most fun Ive had on a bike in a long time, might have to invest. |
Cool off after with a little dip in the Atlantic...
Cooking Italian tonight to fill a happy belly.
If this is any indications to how my 40s are gonna be, don't expect me to settle down just yet....
S.
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