As Corey and I were riding on Saturday, he asked me a simple question which, I was suprised to find, I had a pretty simple answer for.
"So, are you done racing mountain bikes for the year?"
"Yeah... I guess I am."
It seems to early to say that. In fact, I almost feel guilty. A road trip for work shot down the Dakota 5-0 and with the Evil Unicorns on hold until Old Pueblo, there's nothing staring me in the face and challenging me to turn the pedals over.
I think Corey has some plans to break me in half getting ready for cross so I might as put my neck in the noose and let the fans cheer from the gallows.
In other news, we have a few pieces of War Axe kit left over and open for public consumption. Visit the War Axe blog for more details.
On a note of Assorted Snobbery, is there a rule at National Political Conventions that a certain percentage of attendees must wear a ridiculous hat?
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If there were to be a rule about hats at the convention, it should be that they have to be snappy.
Can I get something that will keep the tear gas out of my facial area?
I think things are already starting to warm up around here.
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