So we've been in Ashville, NC. Some boob kinda locked himself out of his blog for a while but that's ok, we're back. Davie and I have literary been assaulted with great folks and comfort in this little haven. Yes, physically held down and pummeled with awesome. Like some unloaded trail ripping, a ride with hundreds of others at the "bike of the Irish" on St. Patty's and a warm house to chill with some gracious friends and a fetch-aholic dog. I was actually on my way out of town once, way back a few days ago but ended up with 3 jobs. So much for sneaking out of town. I worked for two days with Peter doing masonry work and then a fill in day at Pro Bikes. The option to do some land surveying with good ol' Brad was available but I had to stomp this out before things got out of control. South America is not riding towards me.
We'll continue the ride report from the outside, I gotta get off this rock. Gotta hack out of this joint.
A huge and fat thanx, farewell and see ya to Matt, Carriedell and Hedi dog. You guys are the greatest.
I also received a package of amazing homemade cookies sent from the remarkable Sarah Womer. I wish I could have stopped eating them so that I would still have some so I could eat them all again.
We'll continue the ride report from the outside, I gotta get off this rock. Gotta hack out of this joint.
I also received a package of amazing homemade cookies sent from the remarkable Sarah Womer. I wish I could have stopped eating them so that I would still have some so I could eat them all again.
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