Not Even Close!

The closest I came to a being on my bike today was passing a few cars with bikes on top on my way to/from my nephew's birthday throw down. Even though I can NOT recall a Saturday void of saddle time in the last 6 months, I did my best to block that and put a half smile on my face. I hope to make up for it tomorrow. I need to get my "vertical smile" in the saddle to get some "horizontal smile" on my face.

The day was long with Wifey, B-Man and I leaving for W.V. at 11:30 and getting home around 5:45. Eeesh. We salvage some quality time by drinking a few beers on the front porch, then cooking up some White Trash Mexican (which is cooling as I type). I will probably pay dearly for the Mexican during my pre-ride weight cutting tomorrow, but hey you only live once. Right?

My timer just went off. Dirt tomorrow.

Later.