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Thursday, July 9, 2009
Another kook
Kitty Kat was up at the Safeway in G'bay the other day when she snapped this photo with her Iphone. After Kitty Kat put down the divider, to segregate her purchases from this kook in front of her the kooky lady put her arm down on top of the divider... AND LEFT HER F'ING ARM THERE THE WHOLE TIME. Several minutes. Kitty Kat told the lady, "I put the divider there..." but the lady just sort of ignored her and kept her arm there. Are you kidding me!? What kind of kook is that!? Is she worried our boxes of cereal may contaminate whatever she is buying? Does she really not think the divider that has been used for years at grocery stores is good enough? I don't know about you but I have shopped thousands of times at stores with the dividers and never once seem a person throw their arm down like that. I really am not sure what I would do but props to Kitty Kat for snapping off the photo.
By the way, nice sunglasses lady! Those are kooky lady glasses. Even before you threw your own "divider" down I would have been able to tell you were a nut job. Those glasses are only for wearing home from the eye doctor. Then you throw them away!
By the way, changing subjects, Kitty Kat and myself got the Iphones a couple weeks ago and we love them! I don't know how we lived without them before. Seriously the thing is amazing. Good quality photos as you can see above. The darn games you can download are addicting though so you might try holding off on them.
Peace out.
Friday, June 26, 2009
RIP Crazy Mike
I don't know about you but right up there with the Farrah poster, in terms of EPIC-ness, was the Off the Wall album. We played that thing over and over and over back in the late 70's. So many #1's on that record I can't count them all. Mike had a few screws loose but he could sing and dance that is for sure. RIP
Thursday, June 25, 2009
Posters
For guys around age 40, is there a more famous poster? Did any guy not own this thing? RIP Farrah.
Friday, May 29, 2009
The Tap
This story started a couple months back and I didn't know where to go with it. However, during a morning bike ride today it came together. It may be long so bear with me.... Oh ya, as for that bike ride it was 33 miles to my office this morning and I am tired. However, I am really dreading the 33 miles back when it's 90-something degrees. I may have to take the more direct route which will cut it to 22 or so... naw, that's for wimps!
Anyway back to my story... my kids are 5 and 6. I like to think they don't "see" skin color. That is, Kitty Kat and myself try not to describe someone by the color of their skin but instead look for other attributes to describe them. Obviously we would not make derogatory comments or sterotypical jokes. The kids thus have no reason to think anything different of a person regardless of their skin color. A couple months back Kitty Kat and the kids were at swim practice. After practice the kids sit in the jacuzzi and mess around. The little dude had a problem with another kid, as there is a lot of rough housing in the oversized jacuzzi, and came over to Kitty Kat to explain his problem.
He said to her, "that brown kid is pushing me...." The "brown kid" was African American. How nice is that to see that my kids don't think to call someone "black" or even "African American." It's just another kid who happens to have brown skin. I liked the story but didn't know where to go with it. Let me see if I can connect this around for you....
Back in eighty six the SacTownGuy graduated high school down in LA. The school was racially diverse. I don't remember the numbers but I would guess it was 65% "minorities" and 35% whiteboys but that's just a guess. The question then is who is the "minority," right? It was a public school located in central LA which drew from all parts of the city. Anyway, I left there with a strong interest in gang life and rap music among other things. No the SacTownGuy was not in a gang. I just found it interesting.
So the SacTownGuy went off to college and the college pairs you with another "similar" person right? So what's the first criteria they looked at back then? Yes, sex first and then what was second? Race, of course. We had 4 guys in my suite and my roommate, that first semester, was another white guy. He was from Mendocino county. Ok, for those that don't know that's about as far away from LA, in geography, culture and everything as is possible in the great state of Cali. Yes our skin color was the same but our similarties ended there. He was a pot smoking, heavy metal music, muscle car driving, long hair, very white guy. I was rap music listening, VW driving, short hair, and as far as I knew at the time, hip dude! Our two suite mates were paired by ethnicity; a Hispanic and an African American. Did the people that selected that pair never read about jail life in California prisons and who fights the most between each other?
Well anyway, I became much better friends with the African American guy, "DJ." He was a middle class kid from Seattle. Our interests were much more alligned than my interest with the heavy metal dude from Mendo. DJ and I became good friends and he became my roommate the second semester. The pot smoker left and was busted a month later for selling drugs out of his dorm room. Imagine if he had been busted when I was roommates with him... would I have been implicated? Could have changed the course of my life. Anyway, DJ was the coolest guy. DJ was a football player, a smooth dresser, always had the sunglasses on but low on his nose, walked slow and very cool, never in a rush, and was really the epitome of a cool cat! He was so cool he ironed his underwear!
DJ was pledging a major fraternity at the time. We won't say the name but let's just say it's the "O" fraternity. We were roommates during his pledge period which was eye opening to me. We thought we hazed in my fraternity and then DJ told me some stories. I thought it was so cool I instituted some of their hazing ideas into our pledge program. The last week of my fraternity's pledge program, until they got kicked off campus in the 90's, included carrying a brick, wearing the same cloths all week, not showering, and a whole host of other things that the O fraternity did. I was so into their fraternity and their ownership I had my fraternity nickname changed to "My Frat." To this day I bet if I see my man Matt C down in LA he will say to me, "good morning big brother My Frat Sir, how is your day going...." All learned from O frat.
Well, anyway the O frat likes to get "tapped" after they cross into the brotherhood after the pledge period. They got big O's branded onto their arms. One Sunday night we were sitting around chopping it up... cuz you know I didn't study a lot! DJ was there, Terry, Vinski and I think my man D-latz also. I believe it was Terry who came up with the idea and started bending a coat hanger into the shape of a triangle to represent the first letter of my frat, Delta Sigma Phi. It actually was a two piece brand with two sides of the triangle on one piece and then a second piece which made the bottom of the triangle. He did think to scrape the paint off also... because branding toxic paint into one's skin probably wouldn't be good!
We went over the Vinski's apartment on campus because he had a stove to heat up the brand. I should say I was stone cold sober that night. DJ, Terry, Vinski and I believe also D-latz and my man Jimmy, aka: The Top Mack Nigga was there. Doing the brand first involves numbing the arm. This was done by repeatedly slapping my arm (which did start to hurt a little bit) until it was really red and then icing it down. Once it was determined to be numb Vinski lit the stove, heated up the two sides of the triangle, gave the first piece of the brand to Terry, and Terry applied it to my arm. Guess what? Well, my arm was wet from the ice and thus the brand slipped creating a bigger triangle than planned but it turned out fine. I felt ok so they did the second part of the brand and applied it to my arm. Sizzzzzzle. My brand was done. It honestly did not hurt. However, I started to smell my burning skin and fell to the ground. Not sure if I actually passed out but might have. I like to think that was my only weak point of the night but it was funny so has to be mentioned.
As mentioned in a previous post I should thank god that my white skin is not prone to keyloting and the brand totally faded within 6 or 7 years. It can not be seen today, 22 years later. I remember seeing my momz a week or two after I got the tap and she was appaled by it. More appalled than that dumb ear ring I got the first month after arriving at college. I had that thing for 8 months and still have the F'ing hole in my ear... mom was right about that one for sure!
How the heck does this all get back to my little dude talking about the brown kid? Well, I am not a professional writer so you can put that together. It worked for me so I went with it.
peace out.
Anyway back to my story... my kids are 5 and 6. I like to think they don't "see" skin color. That is, Kitty Kat and myself try not to describe someone by the color of their skin but instead look for other attributes to describe them. Obviously we would not make derogatory comments or sterotypical jokes. The kids thus have no reason to think anything different of a person regardless of their skin color. A couple months back Kitty Kat and the kids were at swim practice. After practice the kids sit in the jacuzzi and mess around. The little dude had a problem with another kid, as there is a lot of rough housing in the oversized jacuzzi, and came over to Kitty Kat to explain his problem.
He said to her, "that brown kid is pushing me...." The "brown kid" was African American. How nice is that to see that my kids don't think to call someone "black" or even "African American." It's just another kid who happens to have brown skin. I liked the story but didn't know where to go with it. Let me see if I can connect this around for you....
Back in eighty six the SacTownGuy graduated high school down in LA. The school was racially diverse. I don't remember the numbers but I would guess it was 65% "minorities" and 35% whiteboys but that's just a guess. The question then is who is the "minority," right? It was a public school located in central LA which drew from all parts of the city. Anyway, I left there with a strong interest in gang life and rap music among other things. No the SacTownGuy was not in a gang. I just found it interesting.
So the SacTownGuy went off to college and the college pairs you with another "similar" person right? So what's the first criteria they looked at back then? Yes, sex first and then what was second? Race, of course. We had 4 guys in my suite and my roommate, that first semester, was another white guy. He was from Mendocino county. Ok, for those that don't know that's about as far away from LA, in geography, culture and everything as is possible in the great state of Cali. Yes our skin color was the same but our similarties ended there. He was a pot smoking, heavy metal music, muscle car driving, long hair, very white guy. I was rap music listening, VW driving, short hair, and as far as I knew at the time, hip dude! Our two suite mates were paired by ethnicity; a Hispanic and an African American. Did the people that selected that pair never read about jail life in California prisons and who fights the most between each other?
Well anyway, I became much better friends with the African American guy, "DJ." He was a middle class kid from Seattle. Our interests were much more alligned than my interest with the heavy metal dude from Mendo. DJ and I became good friends and he became my roommate the second semester. The pot smoker left and was busted a month later for selling drugs out of his dorm room. Imagine if he had been busted when I was roommates with him... would I have been implicated? Could have changed the course of my life. Anyway, DJ was the coolest guy. DJ was a football player, a smooth dresser, always had the sunglasses on but low on his nose, walked slow and very cool, never in a rush, and was really the epitome of a cool cat! He was so cool he ironed his underwear!
DJ was pledging a major fraternity at the time. We won't say the name but let's just say it's the "O" fraternity. We were roommates during his pledge period which was eye opening to me. We thought we hazed in my fraternity and then DJ told me some stories. I thought it was so cool I instituted some of their hazing ideas into our pledge program. The last week of my fraternity's pledge program, until they got kicked off campus in the 90's, included carrying a brick, wearing the same cloths all week, not showering, and a whole host of other things that the O fraternity did. I was so into their fraternity and their ownership I had my fraternity nickname changed to "My Frat." To this day I bet if I see my man Matt C down in LA he will say to me, "good morning big brother My Frat Sir, how is your day going...." All learned from O frat.
Well, anyway the O frat likes to get "tapped" after they cross into the brotherhood after the pledge period. They got big O's branded onto their arms. One Sunday night we were sitting around chopping it up... cuz you know I didn't study a lot! DJ was there, Terry, Vinski and I think my man D-latz also. I believe it was Terry who came up with the idea and started bending a coat hanger into the shape of a triangle to represent the first letter of my frat, Delta Sigma Phi. It actually was a two piece brand with two sides of the triangle on one piece and then a second piece which made the bottom of the triangle. He did think to scrape the paint off also... because branding toxic paint into one's skin probably wouldn't be good!
We went over the Vinski's apartment on campus because he had a stove to heat up the brand. I should say I was stone cold sober that night. DJ, Terry, Vinski and I believe also D-latz and my man Jimmy, aka: The Top Mack Nigga was there. Doing the brand first involves numbing the arm. This was done by repeatedly slapping my arm (which did start to hurt a little bit) until it was really red and then icing it down. Once it was determined to be numb Vinski lit the stove, heated up the two sides of the triangle, gave the first piece of the brand to Terry, and Terry applied it to my arm. Guess what? Well, my arm was wet from the ice and thus the brand slipped creating a bigger triangle than planned but it turned out fine. I felt ok so they did the second part of the brand and applied it to my arm. Sizzzzzzle. My brand was done. It honestly did not hurt. However, I started to smell my burning skin and fell to the ground. Not sure if I actually passed out but might have. I like to think that was my only weak point of the night but it was funny so has to be mentioned.
As mentioned in a previous post I should thank god that my white skin is not prone to keyloting and the brand totally faded within 6 or 7 years. It can not be seen today, 22 years later. I remember seeing my momz a week or two after I got the tap and she was appaled by it. More appalled than that dumb ear ring I got the first month after arriving at college. I had that thing for 8 months and still have the F'ing hole in my ear... mom was right about that one for sure!
How the heck does this all get back to my little dude talking about the brown kid? Well, I am not a professional writer so you can put that together. It worked for me so I went with it.
peace out.
Thursday, May 28, 2009
Tats
Ok, I am a snob. I admit it. I am also a little old fashion when it comes to a few things... However, what the f' is up with all the tattoos these days? I should point out that the SacTownGuy is super hip and liberal when it comes to things like gay marriage. Whatever! I don't care who marries who. Just want people to be happy. However, I can not get over the tattoo thing. Is it just me? I think they look ridicilous. Plus, so many of them SCREAM, "damn I was drunk that night...."
Let me, at this point, say that old dudes with tats from their days in the military are totally excluded from this blog. Same with guys with tats they got in jail. I am sure not going to bad mouth their tats. I am, rather, talking about the glamour tats. Dudes with big muscles with branch like tats all over their arms and chicks with big tats on the stripper spot.
Kitty Kat and I went down to Vegas this past weekend for some fun in the sun of sin city. Let me say that Vegas is truly SIN CITY! My gosh! Makes me blush just thinking about all the strip clubs they have there. I am mean really. How many people must go to a strip club while there!? It's amazing. No, we did not go to a strip club. I would think it's been 10 years since I saw the inside of a strip club. That's really a post for a different day....
Well, anyway we were kicking it by the pool at our hotel. We did the timeshare thing because I love a deal so we were at the Hilton Grand Vacation Club on the strip. It's down in the lower rent district by Circus Circus. We got three nights for $179 with $100 cash refund for doing the 90 minute timeshare tour. We thus got 3 nights for $79 and did NOT buy a timeshare!
So we were kicking it down at the HGVC which was very nice. Rooms were large, with separate living room and kitchen, jacuzzi tub, big TV's, etc.... The pool was smaller than the big hotels but nice. However, that is where we noticed it... damn they were a lot of people with tattoos.
With apologies to all my peeps with tats but we concluded there is pretty much a direct coorelation between number and/or square inch coverage of tattoos and a persons social class. Ok, I am snobby and old school on this but really. Other than the guys I saw walking down the strip at 7:30 AM with cans of Old Swill-waukee nothing yells WHITE TRASH like a bunch of nasty tattoos. Oh ya, the guys drinking cans of Old Swill at 7:30 in the AM is true. I went for an hour run down the strip and passed them around New York New York. They were just cruising the strip, drinking their beer, and they looked to me like they were looking for a Klan meeting possibly!?
Well anyway, back to the tats. I am not sure if they are worse than a cigarette but tats are pretty nasty to me. You are basically permanently imprinting something on your body which you WILL regret before too long. YES, I got the tap back in college. That is, I had my fraternity symbol branded onto my upper arm. Thank god my white skin is not prone to keyloting and the thing faded over the years and can now not be seen. That was a dumb mistake of an 18 year old college freshman. These people with tats are 35 and 45 years old. I just don't get it.
I don't have much more for you... except to say if you are ever in Gatlinburg, TN make sure to visit my buddy Flash at Gatlinburg Ink. Tell him the SacTownGuy sent you and I bet he will give you a deal on whatever body destruction... errrr I mean body art... you would like.
peace out.
Let me, at this point, say that old dudes with tats from their days in the military are totally excluded from this blog. Same with guys with tats they got in jail. I am sure not going to bad mouth their tats. I am, rather, talking about the glamour tats. Dudes with big muscles with branch like tats all over their arms and chicks with big tats on the stripper spot.
Kitty Kat and I went down to Vegas this past weekend for some fun in the sun of sin city. Let me say that Vegas is truly SIN CITY! My gosh! Makes me blush just thinking about all the strip clubs they have there. I am mean really. How many people must go to a strip club while there!? It's amazing. No, we did not go to a strip club. I would think it's been 10 years since I saw the inside of a strip club. That's really a post for a different day....
Well, anyway we were kicking it by the pool at our hotel. We did the timeshare thing because I love a deal so we were at the Hilton Grand Vacation Club on the strip. It's down in the lower rent district by Circus Circus. We got three nights for $179 with $100 cash refund for doing the 90 minute timeshare tour. We thus got 3 nights for $79 and did NOT buy a timeshare!
So we were kicking it down at the HGVC which was very nice. Rooms were large, with separate living room and kitchen, jacuzzi tub, big TV's, etc.... The pool was smaller than the big hotels but nice. However, that is where we noticed it... damn they were a lot of people with tattoos.
With apologies to all my peeps with tats but we concluded there is pretty much a direct coorelation between number and/or square inch coverage of tattoos and a persons social class. Ok, I am snobby and old school on this but really. Other than the guys I saw walking down the strip at 7:30 AM with cans of Old Swill-waukee nothing yells WHITE TRASH like a bunch of nasty tattoos. Oh ya, the guys drinking cans of Old Swill at 7:30 in the AM is true. I went for an hour run down the strip and passed them around New York New York. They were just cruising the strip, drinking their beer, and they looked to me like they were looking for a Klan meeting possibly!?
Well anyway, back to the tats. I am not sure if they are worse than a cigarette but tats are pretty nasty to me. You are basically permanently imprinting something on your body which you WILL regret before too long. YES, I got the tap back in college. That is, I had my fraternity symbol branded onto my upper arm. Thank god my white skin is not prone to keyloting and the thing faded over the years and can now not be seen. That was a dumb mistake of an 18 year old college freshman. These people with tats are 35 and 45 years old. I just don't get it.
I don't have much more for you... except to say if you are ever in Gatlinburg, TN make sure to visit my buddy Flash at Gatlinburg Ink. Tell him the SacTownGuy sent you and I bet he will give you a deal on whatever body destruction... errrr I mean body art... you would like.
peace out.
Monday, May 18, 2009
Coupon Lady
I went to Safeway up in G'Bay yesterday. It's a nice modern store in a high income area. I am not hating on people that use coupons. I used them back in the day but am just too lazy now. However, this lady was one of those people with the coupon organizers and EVERY single item had to be checked for a coupon as the cashier dragged it over the scanner. Are you f'ing kidding me? EVERY single item. As each item was scanned the cashier would look at the crazy customer who would then move to the correct letter of the alphabet. I only stood there for about 20 seconds before I realized I had to move but she had a coupon for just about everything. Reminds me of my old friend, Schmed, with the Flock of Segulls haircut in college. That dude rocked the coupons so hard he would get stuff for free quite often! You know, coupons, use them on triple coupon day, and buy stuff heavily on sale. Not sure if he needed the stuff or not but when it's free or near free why not, right!? Anyway, I dropped into the next line and ended up behind "heading to the lake guy." You know, 50ish, bathing suit, flip flops, shirt that was about 10 years old and 2 sizes too small to cover his beer belly, and he was buying beer! I know he was not from G'Bay... just rolling down Douglas to Folsom Lake... passing through and spending money up in my hood. Oh well, at least he just paid and got going. Damn coupon lady is probably still up there going through her little coupon organizer.
Thursday, May 7, 2009
The Elements
No I have not given up on the blog and no I have not been too busy... I just have not known what to talk about. Don't worry K-Bark in Utah a Utah blog will be coming up soon... I got some thoughts to share about the Bee Hive state!
I emailed this to my homie Frisbee Boy earlier today and decided it was bloggable material so here you go.... After having lunch with Frisbee Boy yesterday I was reminded that I need to be riding as much as possible… if I am going to drag my butt across Iowa in late July (www.RAGBRAI.org). Working at my Roseville office today I went out for an early morning ride from the crib. It was a good training ride for Iowa.
I slept in until 4:40, did 45 minutes of stretching, and started to put on my gear. You know it's cold this time of year in NorCal so need layers and need the tights! Plus, got to strap on the pink I-Pod, the bike shoes, the gloves, the sun glasses, the helmet, the watch, etc.... I hit the pavement at 5:45, touch of fog in the air, and headed toward the bike path. I rode through the hard streets of G'bay. Gated communities and fancy cars known as Granite Bay. I do like the Bay. Nice neighborhoods, nice cars, nice, nice, nice.... The ride was going fine as the sun started to lighten a little as I drove by the gates of GBCC.
The fog continued, and got worse, which caused my glasses to start to fog up. I made it the bike path in just under 30 minutes. I felt safer on the path as it was foggy and people would be rushing off to work. I thus was happy to be on the path for a nice easy ride! Everything was going fine though until I went under a little underpass on the bike path… which was full of water. I saw it at the last second, maybe could have slowed down, but decided to just blast through. My left leg was soaked.
I kept riding and the fog was building. By the time I got to Hazel, which is where I turned around, it was pretty foggy and water was starting to drip off my helmet. This was an hour into the ride. I had a sweat inside and mist outside.
About that time I passed a number of ducks. One mommy duck, with her babies, must have felt threatened as she lashed out at my leg to try and peck me. I instinctively lifted my foot off the pedal and avoided the peck. I passed another pack of ducks and was more careful to go all the way to the side of the bike path!
Near downtown Folsom I went through a corner with some loose dirt and felt my tires slide but I didn’t go down. Luckily I was riding my normal slow pace. Any faster I may have gone down!? I thought to myself how dangerous biking is. I was there on a bike path and there were hazards to bikes there. Makes no sense!
I continued on my way with fogged up glasses, water dripping, sweat building inside, and still a wet left foot! I got back to the flooded underpass and smartly slowed down… but not enough. Got drenched again… and this time my right foot was down. What a MORON!
I kept on rolling, off the bike path, back through the Bay, through the line of cars waiting to turn to the Bay's high school. It was like a who's who of nice cars: Escolade, Escolade, BMW, Lexus, etc... and those were probably the kid's cars! I weaved my way through the traffic on down to my crib on the wrong side of the tracks! Certainly not the Bay!
By the time I got home the fog was so thick it was like a drizzle. Glasses were completely wet, helmet dripping, sweating inside my thick shirt, and light layer of water all over me. Reminded me of that day at Ragbrai, in 2000, when it rained much of the day! I rode for just under 2 hours today and only got 28 miles in but I think that is my pace these days. I only stopped for two minutes at Hazel and one or two stop lights. Otherwise just steady riding for two hours.
All things considered it was a great way to start a day... and I still got my hoops game tonight!
peace out.
I emailed this to my homie Frisbee Boy earlier today and decided it was bloggable material so here you go.... After having lunch with Frisbee Boy yesterday I was reminded that I need to be riding as much as possible… if I am going to drag my butt across Iowa in late July (www.RAGBRAI.org). Working at my Roseville office today I went out for an early morning ride from the crib. It was a good training ride for Iowa.
I slept in until 4:40, did 45 minutes of stretching, and started to put on my gear. You know it's cold this time of year in NorCal so need layers and need the tights! Plus, got to strap on the pink I-Pod, the bike shoes, the gloves, the sun glasses, the helmet, the watch, etc.... I hit the pavement at 5:45, touch of fog in the air, and headed toward the bike path. I rode through the hard streets of G'bay. Gated communities and fancy cars known as Granite Bay. I do like the Bay. Nice neighborhoods, nice cars, nice, nice, nice.... The ride was going fine as the sun started to lighten a little as I drove by the gates of GBCC.
The fog continued, and got worse, which caused my glasses to start to fog up. I made it the bike path in just under 30 minutes. I felt safer on the path as it was foggy and people would be rushing off to work. I thus was happy to be on the path for a nice easy ride! Everything was going fine though until I went under a little underpass on the bike path… which was full of water. I saw it at the last second, maybe could have slowed down, but decided to just blast through. My left leg was soaked.
I kept riding and the fog was building. By the time I got to Hazel, which is where I turned around, it was pretty foggy and water was starting to drip off my helmet. This was an hour into the ride. I had a sweat inside and mist outside.
About that time I passed a number of ducks. One mommy duck, with her babies, must have felt threatened as she lashed out at my leg to try and peck me. I instinctively lifted my foot off the pedal and avoided the peck. I passed another pack of ducks and was more careful to go all the way to the side of the bike path!
Near downtown Folsom I went through a corner with some loose dirt and felt my tires slide but I didn’t go down. Luckily I was riding my normal slow pace. Any faster I may have gone down!? I thought to myself how dangerous biking is. I was there on a bike path and there were hazards to bikes there. Makes no sense!
I continued on my way with fogged up glasses, water dripping, sweat building inside, and still a wet left foot! I got back to the flooded underpass and smartly slowed down… but not enough. Got drenched again… and this time my right foot was down. What a MORON!
I kept on rolling, off the bike path, back through the Bay, through the line of cars waiting to turn to the Bay's high school. It was like a who's who of nice cars: Escolade, Escolade, BMW, Lexus, etc... and those were probably the kid's cars! I weaved my way through the traffic on down to my crib on the wrong side of the tracks! Certainly not the Bay!
By the time I got home the fog was so thick it was like a drizzle. Glasses were completely wet, helmet dripping, sweating inside my thick shirt, and light layer of water all over me. Reminded me of that day at Ragbrai, in 2000, when it rained much of the day! I rode for just under 2 hours today and only got 28 miles in but I think that is my pace these days. I only stopped for two minutes at Hazel and one or two stop lights. Otherwise just steady riding for two hours.
All things considered it was a great way to start a day... and I still got my hoops game tonight!
peace out.
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