Thursday, April 14, 2011

ronde pdx

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.


  1. I hope to hear some kind of huffing and puffing on a cross ride while you're down here.
    Kid ride, whatever.

    Mondays and Tuesdays are my days.