Your time has come.

Tree Farm.
Negotiations
Politics!

Those my friend are cherries soaked in Brandy. Take two and ride downhill! This rider only supports riding while drinking only if you promise not to end up in the hospital.

Watching grown men cry.

Our legs hurt.

Above it all.

3days, 21,000 feet up, 200+ miles. The cokes aren't small, we've just gotten bigger. The borrowed XS loves the dirt. And I almost ripped my legs off climbing.

I'm Like so There!

In case you have forgotten, I'm in Spain, Granada to be precise, with BICI Fitness. The Picture above is from the Madrid Airport. Don't worry, I'll be back.
A quick update...The day after arriving, we rode to the snow line in the Sierra Nevadas. Per Rick's suggestion we had ditched some clothing before climbing... to the snow, at 2,700 meters. It was so cold going down my bike wouldn't steer straight due to the shivering. I got off a couple of times thinking there was something wrong with the bike, because it was so wobbly. Take note,, when riding an ultra responsive bike like the Indy Fab XS I borrowed from Mr. Strickland, don't shiver on 40mph decents. Fortunatly Rick was the most miserable.
Pictures coming soon.

Weathergate, Springclassic

So things are going well on the Raffle Front, but don't delay if you plan on getting some tickets.
This weekend was pretty remarkable on the cycling front.
Saturday I rode to Emmaus to get in a checkpoint race and sell tickets. After connecting with local gal Selene, we tore up the course, collected all 10 checks and tied for a win. She was the only reason I got anywhere. I was just planning on riding with one person for some fun times and I lucked out!
Oh yeah on the final decent into Emmaus to meet up with the event I went down on the snotty road and acquired a nice bit of road rash. First road crash of the year, and I'm looking forward to more. Cause they are great: the tightness, and uncomfortable sleep, anad oh yeah the hot showers feel great.
So that was a 114mile day. Then Sunday Bob and I met up to ride the Spring Classic. We went early and backwards on the course till we met the group then turned around and crushed it to the start. And yes young Bob and I battled for the win but again, my lack of respect for the power of a car to crush me got me the win when I blew the stop sign 50 feet from the finish line. THen Bob and I went out long enough to make it a hundred mile day.