Thursday, January 31, 2008

new alt bars

I found some new fun alt bars tonight. I'm actually quite happy with my Mary bars, despite all the talk of them failing on riders lately. (thanks for the confidence Thad).

These bars looks stout and comfy. $85 or a bit more if you want a custom paint job (yea, for your bars...) 4130 steel bars... supposedly less flexy than Mary bars (didn't know Mary bars were flexy) and yet still nice and compliant. hmmm not flexy in a bad way, yet flexy in a good way. interesting.

Groovy Cycle Works - Luv Handles bar

Monday, January 28, 2008

Dan will love this one....

Stupid drive award today goes to a lady in a black Volvo in Belle Meade. So I'm riding down Belle Meade Blvd towards Harding, from the entrance to Percy Warner Park. This section happens to be slightly downhill so I'm cruising at 32 mph. Then a black Volvo drives up next to me, sorta close but not life threatening. Ok, nothing odd yet. Well, then when she is about a bike's length in front of me, she puts her right blinker on and puts on the brakes. Nice, now I have to put on the brakes and slow down and let this lady turn right. Not the worse thing in the world, but come on. Was it worth passing me going 5 mph faster than I'm going, to then just put the brakes on and turn right in front of me?? Guess she couldn't wait to get somewhere...

what is this, work?

I'd sum up last week with one word.... work. Which actually was a good thing. January has been quite slow in Greg's little studio world so it was fun to get back to work. Feast or famine they say.... no work, then three tracking sessions, three days in a row, at different studios. It could of been a lot worse though as I was able to duck out of the first one early to go setup for day 2 at a different studio. Day 2 went great and I was able to meet a new engineer and producer which will hopefully be new clients. I was also lucky that Day 3 was back in the same studio as Day 1 and we were able to keep all of our mics and gear setup. I worked with an old friend Day 1 and Day 3 which was a lot of fun and made the days very easy.

I got a last minute phone call to record vocals Thursday night which I jumped on. Had to cancel the tap room trip, but I needed the work and it was also first engineering, which is what I'm working to do more of. I showed up early and got the lay of the land from the engineer, another old friend. The band still had 1 song to track so I jumped in and took over so my friend could leave and pick up his son from day care. We worked for an hour or so and finishing tracking the last song. The clients decided they were too tired to start vocals that night and wanted to just come in the morning and do them. Bad news for Greg as my work night just got a lot shorter, but I was able to come home and spend some quality time with Beth.

I put my nose to the grind with Google work this week and did as much as I could Thurs through Sunday. I took myself off the bike for the week due to a "new saddle injury", so I decided to just do as much work as I could to keep my mind off not turning the pedals. The crew went out for a long gravel grinder ride saturday morning, and I gotta say I was jealous. Recovery is recovery though, and it's hard to do it if you don't stop what caused the injury. I made tentative plans to try and ride Hamilton Creek in the early morning on Saturday before the trail thawed. I woke up at 6:30 and checked the temps and they were already at 32, so I bailed and just fell back asleep. Beth and I enjoyed a nice evening in Sat. night and got some drinks, made pasta, and played Guitar Hero III for a few hours.

On Sunday morning, Beth and I went to church which was really nice. A younger guy (our age) did the sermon this week and had a great one. It was a great way to end a long week of work. Friday was Beth's sister's birthday but she wasn't able to celebrate it until Sunday. We went to the country club for dinner (pasta bar! mmmm) and went back to the in-laws house for presents. It was a nice relaxing night to end a nice day and a great week.

Sunday, January 20, 2008

Winter has arrived

This weekend was the next cyclocross races at Chickasaw Trace. A few guys from the Yazoo crew decided to ride down to the races and do some heckling and beer drinking. Being short on cash right now, I opted out of racing. No extra money for my UCI license so it would of been $30 for a 30 minute race. I decided to just ride down with the boys and enjoy the day and hopefully ride back. I didn't know the mileage we were looking at to get down there, so I was slightly apprehensive about being able to ride back. I generally do better if I don't know what I'm in for, so I kept my mouth shut and went with the flow.

Thad decided we should depart from Leipers Fork and not the farm to cut out a long, boring 8 mile stretch. We met up early and got our last minute bike adjustments and warm clothes situated and packed up the trucks. I was borrowing a setback seatpost from Grant to try on my crosscheck. Thad helped me do a quick plumb bob check of saddle position and hoped in the truck and headed out. It was already cold, real cold, and the latest forecast said it was just going to get colder. Highs of 31 in the morning (when we were leaving) with the temps dropping to the mid 20s later in the day.

We parked in an elementary school lot and quickly got on the road. I forgot to adjust my leg warmers and within a mile I was fighting to keep them up. Ok, this sucks, I'm already off the back of the ride and I can't stop fiddling with my clothes. We take a quick pit stop where I can get adjusted and take a few things off as it's getting hot as we get warmed up. Now I'm just trying to settle in and keep up. You'd think riding with some singlespeeders on the road would be easy, well not with the Yazoo guys, especially when two of them are rocking road/commuting gearing. Then we hit Theta hill, not that I knew what it was when I was on it. I quickly gear up and end up in my easiest gear and the hill keeps getting steeper. I make it over the first hip and it levels a bit, enough to give me a break. Oh, but then it just gets steeper again. I start thinking, I can get off and walk.... nauh that would suck..... why? I do it all the time in the woods on my SS..... nope I can make it..... man this is hard. I check out my computer and I'm actually not going all that slow, (less than walking speed) so I stick with it and muster the strength. Finally, I make it to the top without wussing out and walking.... yea that feels good. I pedal back up and get back in the group. We ride for a bit together and chat before stopping to decide on the route. We decide to take the fastest way to make sure Mike gets to Chickasaw in time for the SS race.

We arrived at the race with plenty of time for registration and a preride. I did a slow preride of the course with my chrome bag still on. It was cool to get the feel of it all on my crosscheck. I'll admit that I was glad to not be racing though as the course looked hard, and long. I followed the group down to the starting line to get some pictures. There was a good turnout but they still lumped the SSers with the CX4 class. After the racers started, Grant and I found a place for our bikes and bags and commenced with the beer drinking and cheering. We had a prime spot to see the racers go by three times before heading out into the air field.

30 minutes later they were done and back to the cabin. Thad did great and finished 1st in the SS class and Mike finished 4th. We passed out beers and talked with the racers for a while. There ended up being a big scoring snafu which was worked out after a lot of deliberation. After a lot of fun chats, it was time to get back on the road if we wanted to beat the sunset.

I realized after riding a few miles that I still had my camera in my front pocket. I pulled it out and snapped some fun 'on the bike' shots. Mike had his chain derail during a sprint with Thad and barely dismounted without crashing. I missed the action as I was off the back but I rode up to offer support, not that Mike needed it. I took this time to pack my camera away and rest my legs. Thad decided to take us on the gravel road that we skipped on the way down. Supposedly we rode it the easy direction though it was still a long, winding climb and muddy in spots. No where near as bad as Theta hill, but I still felt accomplished when I made it to the top.

I rode off the back for a while after the gravel road. I generally could see the guys all the time and they stopped for all the turns. We took a right turn at the same gas station we had stopped at the beginning of the day for me to fix my leg warmers. At this point I knew I only had about 2 miles left. I lost sight of the guys after a bit and kept on truckin. I saw a small football stadium in the distance on the left and started getting excited that I was almost done. When I rode up closer, it didn't look familiar and I didn't see Thad's truck or any of the guys. I decided to just keep on riding. I start riding into the townish part of Leipers Fork and think, "Did we ride through here before?" As I'm riding through I convince myself that we did ride through here and I'm going the right way. After about a mile I ride by this dead skunk on the side of the road. Ok, now I remember passing this skunk on the way to the school, while riding with Thad, in his truck. Now I know I've obviously ridden too far so I stop at the next big street and call Thad. He of course answers "Where are you?" It took a few minutes, but they pulled up and picked me up. Cell phones are nice.... very nice.

When we got back to the farm the temperature was 23. The guys decided to go hit up Sportsman's Lodge and I cruised back home to have some dinner and coffee with Beth. What a fun day of riding and a new experience for me. I'm never excited to ride my mountain bikes on the road so I've haven't done long road rides in decades. You get a feeling of empowerment when you ride your bike a long distance, especially a distance that you would normally drive. It's especially satisfying when you have a destination. When you ride somewhere to actually get somewhere and not just to enjoy spinning the wheels.
If you want to view all my pics from the day click HERE.

Wednesday, January 16, 2008

Marco...... Polo

Polo was back on this week. It felt like I hadn't played in months! It was a chilly night but we played some great games!

We decided playing 4 on 3 was the best idea so no one had to sit out in the cold. I think the teams were a bit lopsided at first, but we switched players and the last couple games were more even. Thad brought his new official ball, which doesn't hold air. We broke it in and scuffed it up. A new ball means new style of play and a new dynamic. Our usual field hockey ball with the water inside was immediately frozen.

Overall good times, good beer and no fights.

oh and Thad's got a new pimp polo mallet, which means I get to use his old pvc mallet which is the perfect length. win win....

Tuesday, January 15, 2008

Tonka rules the house

Beth and I were at my brother's this past weekend visiting and exchanging some late Xmas gifts. My nephew is a little over 2 and 1/2 and is quite the chatterbox. He immediately showed me and Beth his room and where we were going to stay and where he was sleeping while we were visiting. Being a good uncle, I had to get him a big Tonka truck to play with. He loves it already and was holding the edges of the back and pushing it around the entire downstairs. We didn't realize that the wheels made a dull clicking noise to simulate the rumble of a real truck. Sorry Chris! It kind of echos over the entire downstairs. ooops! hehe

We got some fun gifts from my brother and his wife and we gave them a gift certificate for a nice dinner out, without the kids. It was fun meeting my new niece for the first time. She's just 5 weeks old and so small! They gave us a cool hand painted pottery money bank. The catch is you can't get the money out without breaking it. It's going to be our vacation money so we'll save as long as we can and then smash it and take the money and run....possibly to Seattle.

Looks like another low key week this week. I'm hoping to get some more miles on the crosscheck and I'm still pondering going to Ronnie Thomson Day in Georgia this weekend. Ronnie sadly passed away this past friday. He was 69 years old and made some great bike parts and also really supported cycling and SORBA. They are still going to have the celebration this weekend to celebrate his life. I hope the family keeps the business going and small.

I've got three tracking sessions booked back to back next week. Should be fun, but I know it will be three sleepless nights. I'll worry about that later though...

Wednesday, January 09, 2008

new bike excitement

This week has been pretty low key so far. I don't have any sessions booked so I've just been trying to work on Google stuff as much as I can. Got a bunch of errands done monday and got in a short ride on the crosscheck. I headed the back way from Green Hills over to Belmont Blvd and then down past Bongo Java. My initial plan was just to ride to Bongo and back but I got there so fast I wanted to keep riding. I decided to head down to Cumberland Transit and show off the bike to Hensley and chat for a bit. Just headed home after that, took Natchez, over to Belmont and back the way I came. It was a fun little ride. I'm really enjoying the idea of just grabbing my bike and rolling from the house somewhere. Sure beats packing up the truck and driving to a trail.

Yesterday I rode over to my friend Geoff's house about 3 miles away and helped him get some drum machine software installed. We hit up Fido with his baby and our friend Devo and had lunch and coffee. I'm really starting to like Fido a lot, as long as it's not crazy busy. My only big beef with them is the whole "here's your buzzer for your latte that you just ordered. We'll buzz you when it's ready" deal. How long does it take to make a latte, do I really need a wireless buzzer?! Apparently it takes a while at Fido. The reward though is the best latte in Nashville. Although I've been on a big coffee kick lately and not been getting espresso drinks. I like that they have the self serve station to refill and deposit 50 cents. I'm not the biggest fan of asking people for stuff so this fits me just fine!

Tonight turned into a big group ride at Percy Warner Park. We had about 7 riders show up for a little dusk/night ride through the paved section. This was my first longish ride on the crosscheck and it performed flawlessly! A little cable stretch here and there, but the shifting is still working great and I'm getting used to the geometry. It was a different experience riding the hills on a road bike. I'm so used to riding mtb bikes on pavement that I'm still amazed at how well the crosscheck rolls, even with the cross tires on. The plan was for two medium loops of the park totally about 24 miles. I decided to roll to the park from the house and not it! That added about 8-10 miles to my journey but it was fun and rewarding to not be driving. I didn't quite dress warm enough for the brisk night and had very cold feet. Could of used leg warmers, but my toes were the real problem. I just couldn't get the blood down there no matter how loose I had my shoes. By the time we were starting the second loop, my feet felt like big square blocks. I decided to take the 6 mile cut-off and head back home. It was a fun ride and I got in 28 miles by the time I got back home.

I'm really lovin' this crosscheck!! The next step is to try it off road. I'm thinking about racing in the cyclocross races at Chickasaw next weekend. I'd like to get some practice in on the trail to learn how the bike handles before then though. Might have to head that way next week sometime.

Sunday, January 06, 2008

It is what it is and it was what it was

The first Snake Creek Gap time trial was this weekend in Dalton, GA. All the Yazoo guys were heading down and it was to be my first race of the year and first race as a Yazoo team member. I'd debated about going, about which distance I'd enter, about which bike I'd bring, about which gearing I'd run on the singlespeed, but now was the time for action. No more time to stare at my new crosscheck; it was time to pack the car and head to Georgia.

I rode down with Elliot and Fred and once in Dalton the first stop was the liquor store (of course). We attempted to fit dinner in before purchasing beer, but the locals were crowding the Mexican joint. After getting settled in the La Quinta and enjoying a couple beers, we headed to dinner. Lots of visiting and story telling followed back at the hotel. The beer was following and we were all having a great time. I for one was trying to stay conservative and not repeat my terrible hangover I had last time I partied with the Yazoo crew before a race. 2am came fast and everyone split up to get some rest. I had a lot of trouble falling asleep and at around 3am woke up to a dark room and some loud snoring. Thinking it was like 7am, I felt wide awake and again, had trouble getting back to sleep. Too much anticipation for the big ride the next day. The biggest/longest/hardest ride I'd ever been on.

The real 7am came too soon. We slowly got moving, had some crappy continential breakfast and got ready to head to the starting line. We were running a little behind and I didn't have much time to get my number tag and try to find Hodge (whom I'd never met). Hodge was going to try to bring me an easier freewheel to use for the race. I asked around the starting line if anyone had seen him but no one had so I just made the decision to ride what I had and make sure my bike was ready to go and get it loaded on a trailer. This was the first time I told myself "well, it is what it is, roll with it". I was going to ride 32x18 and there wasn't anything I could do about it. I got my bike loaded and hung with the Yazoo guys until we loaded the bus.

Now the bus ride was something else. Just think of a ratty, old bus, filled to the brim with riders, many of which were in the isles, driving down tight country roads with the bus driver from SouthPark. We were behind a slow moving car which irritated the bus driver and finally forced the bus's brakes to overheat and an alarm to start going off. At this point the bus swerves quickly to the left and passes this slow car, over a double yellow line, on a blind turn. Now I'm glad the driver was able to avoid rear-ending the car and ramming them off the road, but a little warning of the impending doom we were going to face would of been nice.

We finally made it to the true starting line and got reacquainted with our bikes. Riders were being started in groups of 6-8. They let all the Yazoo crew go in a big group which was nice. Troy told me I could ride with him for a bit. This was great, I had high hopes of staying with Troy for a while and he was telling me about trail obstacles coming up. The fireroad we were on started to get steeper and Troy was pulling away. I was determined to try my best to ride my own pace (which I didn't know what that was yet) and not exert too much energy too early in the ride. I was riding alone within the first 2-3 miles of trail. Alright, time to turn on the ipod and settle in.

I got to the end of the fireroad and luckily saw a guy riding out of the woods towards me. I thought this was odd so I motioned to ask where to go and he pointed me to the right, into the start of the singletrack Pinhoti I. I have to assume this guy either missed the turn or he was supposed to be there to show the way. Either way I'm glad I saw him or I may of been riding off course for a long time. The singletrack immediately started going uphill and just getting steeper. Wake up call!! This was going to be a hard ride, and I don't think I'm ready to push the pedals up these type hills. I rode until the pedals wouldn't turn over fast enough to keep going forward and started the first walk of the day. I was a little disappointed in myself, but I knew walking was inevitable so why put it off. I switched from riding and walking for the rest of this climb, playing leap frog with a couple geared riders.

After some switchbacks and riding my way up the side of the mountain, a couple people I knew started riding up behind me. I had stopped to double check my rear wheel hub tension and Jeff Scott and Adam Queen rode up. I got onto Adam's wheel and rode with them for a couple miles. I started feeling a lot better and I was enjoying riding with some other singlespeeders who were at my pace. I started drifting off the back a bit and settled into some alone riding again. After the trail started going downhill on a gravely fireroad, I saw Adam on the side with his water bottles on the ground. I stopped to check on him and helped him get situated again. We sent pumptrack Jim on and the two of us started riding together.

This section started getting fun, finally some great downhills with fun water bars. Right before the last water bar before the tight left turn I had a rear flat. I got it changed and Adam and I rolled on out of the woods and up to the road. Could it be that we were already at the halfway point? I saw Ivory with his red pants and asked Adam. Adam says "no way" my computer shows 12.5 miles... I look down and my computer shows 4.5 miles (glad I brought that). Either way, I rode up to Ivory, asked the dumb question if this was the 1/2 way point and got a Yazoo Pale ale. I pulled out some food and ate and drank. Adam and I refilled our water bottles and I checked my air pressure. Adam found out there was a cutoff of 2pm to be at the halfway point and it was already 1:45. We had to get going and make good time. We were told there was another cutoff point farther on and we had to be there by 4pm but we had no idea where "there" was. We just rode as fast as we could.... up and up and up.

The second half starts with a twisting singletrack accent, back up to another ridge. Adam and I are riding and walking, back and forth, a lot. We make it out to a grassy/gravely fireroad and I don't get very far before I have to start walking again. I basically walked 3/4 of this fireroad up to what ended up being the last check point. It's only 3pm so we get here with an hour to spare before the cut-off. We're happy, Adam is fighty off cramps but is feeling better. We grab some honey goos packs and some water and start the last 8 miles. On our way back in the woods we joke with the volunteers and say "All downhill from here right?!" They reply, "Rrrright. Do you want the truth?" I yell "No way..." and we start back in on the hardest 8 mile section of the day.

I hadn't known what to expect for most of the day. I was told a few pointers and I knew that when it was 5 miles to go that there were 3 of the longest miles you've ever ridden. So going into this last 8 miles of trail, that was in the back of my mind; 'somewhere in here there is going to be the hardest 3 miles I've ever ridden'. Well, I didn't expect the longest 6 miles of my life. Adam and I just poked our way through, avoiding flats and endos. Thankfully the first few miles where relatively flat with a couple steep hike-a-bike sections. Even though we were riding most of this section, we were making terrible time and we knew it. We both didn't talk much and just listened to our ipods.

At this point both of my legs are starting cramp up, one muscle at a time. The cramps just keep moving from left quad to right calf, then over to right quad and on and on. Those small electrolight mouth strips that were in the swag bags turned out to be my saving grace. They seem to go directly to your bloodstream. I'd get 3 or 4 of those in my mouth and within 1 minute, my cramps would start going away. They work much faster than any goo or drink. The only problem is they only seem to work for about 10-15 minutes, then my cramps would start coming back. I started walking like I had two leg braces on and couldn't bend my knees. I was able to "walk-through" a couple big cramp sessions and just started eating my remaining goo packs about every 15-20 minutes.

Adam and I finally make it past the '5 Miles to go' mark and I know we're in for the crappy part. The trail we just left with it's babyheads, softball size rocks, and off chamber triangle rocks is turning into a trail with babyheads, softball size rocks, off chamber triangle rocks and LARGE boulders. The trail kinda looks fun, if I had started at this section, and hadn't just ridden 28 miles to get here. Adam and I ride as much as we can and I get to tell him about my crosscheck that is just sitting at home, brand new. Torture to get a bike and then quickly leave town to ride 34 miles in Pinhoti.

Adam and I finally see what I think is the tower. I remember Hensley talking about the tease and how the trail loops around so Adam and I stop for a second to grab the last of our goo and water. We ride the rest of the single track out and off in the distance I see a lady running towards the trail. She stops and grabs a cowbell and just starts wailing. Wow! That was cool... she says "You all deserve some cowbell." I'm not even sure what I replied with except to ask "are we really just riding down this fireroad to the end" I hear her say "Yep" and we're off. Down, down, down we go on this gravely fireroad and then we ride up on a couple guys in chairs who direct us off the road into some newly cut trail. We pop out quickly on the main road, kind of confused. Where do we go now? I am leading and just start riding the road downhill. We start going pretty fast and I'm getting worried that we aren't going the right way. I don't see any volunteers and we're heading down a hill that I definitely don't want to have to ride back up. I eventually see a guy with a camera next to the road. I point forwards with a confused look and he waves us on. I start to see the parking lot off to the right and I get my bearings. We're flying at like 35 mph and then turn into the entrance and down into the gravel lot. Finally, we are crossing the finish line. It even looks like maybe we aren't the last people and people haven't started packing up the finish line yet, even better!

I ride up to the Yazoo guy with a huge grin on my face..... I made it. I finished, I finished before dark and no one had to come and sweep me up. All goals met for the day. I chat about the ride with Hensley and Thad and some others then go find a beer and the chili. Luckily they had some chili left. Unfortunately Adam wasn't able to get any before he had to head back to Nashville. Elliot takes me back to the hotel to clean up pack up the room. Elliot, Fred and I end up heading to Chattanooga for dinner and then decide to just get coffee and drive the rest of the way back to Nashville.

All in all it was a GREAT day of riding. I had a great weekend and had a blast hanging with Elliot, Fred and the rest of the Yazoo guys. I finally pushed myself on a bike and really went for something that I wasn't sure if I'd complete. I was lucky and my bike treated me wonderfully. I had no mechanical issues of any kind, only had one flat tire and didn't really run out of water or food. For the next race I think I will pack a bit less hard food like clif bars and few more goo packs. I'd like to get some Sportslegs pills and try to use those and also some electrolight pills and maybe some more of those electrolite strips (they rock). I felt good about my food intake and just felt I needed to work on my salt/electrolite balance to keep my cramps away longer.

It was really great riding with someone for the majority of the ride, especially through the hard sections on the last 17 mile section. It would be very easy to get quite demoralized through some of the climbs and especially the last 8 miles.

whew.... Woke up pretty sore on sunday but very glad to be home and in my own bed. Took it easy and just did a bunch of Google work and some errands with Beth. I had intentions of taking the crosscheck out and dialing it in some more but never made it. A nice relaxing end to a great weekend though.

All my pictures from the weekend are HERE. They are all from friday night with the exception of one I got from one of the photographers there. His pictures are HERE.

EDIT: Happy Birthday to Thad!! Snake Creek was on his birthday and he finished under 4 hours which was his present to himself! Way to go!!

Friday, January 04, 2008


The check has arrived, though it's spot has become a jeweler's photography studio.

No time for a long drawn out introduction. Too many last minute errands to do before we head out for Georgia.

Here she is.... yet to be named:

Wednesday, January 02, 2008

2007 miles, inspirational

Who can say they rode every day in 2007? This guy can:

He logged 11965 miles in 2007, 70% off-road and 30% road!!! My 962 miles are really looking weak. other news, Bike prep for Snake started tonight. I cleaned and regreased my Hadley hub on the Ventana (not the bike I'm taking though) because it has been feeling odd the last couple rides. Turns out the axle wasn't torqued down and my cassette was a tiny bit loose.

I donated a tube from the Ventana to use on my SS, and patched another tube that I apparently flatted last ride I took the Soma on.

I finally found some zip ties that would work to hold my Microwireless to my handlebars on the SS. Now I will be able to watch the miles creep by this weekend. I think I'll be leaving it on the time display for the most part, a watched pot never boils!

I also finally took the time to mount the thumb shifter Dan gave me to replace my broken pop-loc lever for the Reba. It's prob been broken for 2 months now but I never bothered to mess with it. I quickly discovered I didn't have any extra cable to use to mount it so I just put it on the back burner and was planning on getting Ivory to do it at MOAB. I thought I'd try to recycle the same cable and housing I was using before. It worked, but it's not pretty and not perfect. I decided to mount it on the right side of my bars this time b/c the housing is just a little too short to put the lever in reach on the left side. It's current position makes it look like a trigger shifter. I don't know if this will be the preferred spot for the long run, but it should work fine for Snake. I'm interested to see if it'll be worth having the thumb shifter and being able to set the fork between full-open and fully locked-out on the fly.


I'm officially registered for the 3 Snake Creek Gap races. 34 mile SS. Chose the online registration through saving $4.77 off the 'day of price'; should of been $10 off... capitalism, everyone's gotta take their cut.

I'm not exactly sure what I've gotten myself into but that's part of the excitement. I've got my ipod shuffle loaded and will be making bike preps this week.

Speaking of bikes though.... word is my new bike may be in tomorrow. I've got a list of other things I need at MOAB so hopefully I can get all my shopping done at one time.... no second trip to pick up a new bike after I've already been down to get my wheel and other Snake needs. We'll see....

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