the eighth day

i got yer worship, richere.
family. outdoors.
trumps all in my book.
bikes too.
went to a lame farmer's market
in allwhitetukee.
the sat one in phx puts that to shame.
so we headed up the mtn and hit the
enviro ctr and found a book
from my grandpappy published in 1975
then to spokes for brunch.















































the boy almost took a header into the car














the azt will be here in no time
and yes, i'll talk about it alot
deal

nationalism

we done rode mormon and national to san juan road
saw a big group checkin themselves for the squealer
we had a more leisurely pace
john crashed. gary's pedal gave him fits.
and of course tacos and coke in a glass bottle
from mexico after the ride.

something clever

was it that i had a clever title for this post?
was this a clever thnr ride?
was it clever to put gears on the niner?
who knows.
we do ride dirt you know.
mountain bikes and such.

just one

pic of our ride last night. trashy, the tree hugger and i spent some time
climbing in the preserves. 1a, cheese grater, 8a, 220, lower mine.
it was good.














looks like i'll be missing the hot city destroyer monthly today.
such is life. next time.