Stop and Say Hello.
If you happen to be out on a ride and stumble upon one of my big-eared friends, do me a favor:
Stop.
Say Hello.
Take a picture. Obviously.
Send it to me, as Stephen Badger has done here:
How can you not love these guys?
Not Much to Report.
Two things:
1. I rode my bike for almost four hours on Saturday. I think this was the longest ride I’ve done since the Ride on Washington. Yeah, that’s a link to my own blog. Meh. I don’t even know when that ride was, but I remember being cold and my knee hurting.
2. My saddle was pointing up a little on Saturday. But I don’t even care anymore. What difference does it make, you know? Either way, we have some problems here.
3. The CrossResults Race Predictor is playing games with my mind.
I really appreciate this, Colin Reuter, but it’s probably not true. There is a glitch in your matrix, dawwwwwwg.
4. The CrossResults Race Predictor is playing games with my mind.
I really appreciate this, Colin Reuter, but it’s probably not true. There is a glitch in your matrix, dawwwwwwg. And how is Toby Wells still a Cat 3? CHEATER.
To be honest, I’m just glad I made it into the Gloucester Races, considering they are 10 miles from my house. Thanks to a parent of a new teammate (moron this later), I got an email to my iPhone 3G at 2:01 ET that 91 of 125 slots were filled since the 12:00PM registration opening.
That’s ridiculous. ly good for the sport.
Until I have nothing else to write…keep the meddle to the petal. No idea.
If I were this donkey, I might be asking, “I’m the jackass?”
