I quit my job. I quit drinking beer, for now.
I'm going to California in a month to climb Mt. Tam and eat fried pescado with our old friends.
The boys will be meeting some of their contemporaries, and mine. Important people, all.
In three days I will be doing this:
I rode about 60% of it a couple of weeks ago and nearly fucking died.
It's as bad as it looks, plus a bushel.
damn
ReplyDeleteI hope to hear some kind of huffing and puffing on a cross ride while you're down here.
ReplyDeleteKid ride, whatever.
Mondays and Tuesdays are my days.