So many topics to broach, yet so little energy to do so. Just back from visiting the PNW, and riding the bicycles with Evil Opie, the Kona crew and a few others. Hellingham has a network of trails and a community of mountain bikers who have a work ethic unlike anything I’ve ever seen. Good people, and good times.
Now if I can just get my better half to uproot and make the move.
No matter.. Unless the Pacific Crest fault line moves, it will always be there. I mean, when has a earthquake happened where a town was completely drowned? Except for those times the last few years that is… And those other times. Besides those, it rarely happens.
In other news, another RAGBRAI (Rancid Aging Gay Bicyclists Riding Around Iowa) is in the books, and EVIL had a presence again, albeit smaller than in years past. Captain Dave and I have been discussing pooling our money to purchase a pretty sweet mat black, fully loaded motorhome for next year, but two times nothing is still nothing, so we just may end up towing each other in a wagon.
One thing you can be sure of is the wagon with have an imaginary stripper pole in it and at least one can of beer.