what was that? is that all there is? who is this? this is it.

The other day I rode to Woodinville with my old lady for a few pints of beer and if I had a bike blog I’d tell you all about it.

I’d blather mumbo jumbo of the latest breathable wind resistant shell I was wearing for one of my sponsors and paragraph on about the active wicking properties of my old lady’s base layer as seen in Outside magazine.  In addition continuously going on endlessly figuratively even though it wasn’t rainy about fenders handmade in Portland from up-cycled hardwoods salvaged from bowling alleys converted to condos with mixed use retail and off-street parking speaking of parking how we like to drive to Kenmore and pull the bikes off the roof rack of the Land Rover to merge seamlessly with Burke-Gilman users weather permitting.

But     I don’t have a bike blog.

We stopped at Matthews Beach for a bottle of bubbly. We rode in jeans and blownout sneakers. There was no spandex there was no neon there was no paceline and there was no carbon fiber there were no toe clips   but it was not clipless.

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if this was a bike blog the Mad Fiber sticker on the water bottle on the table would be legible

the next time youre down at dank ask about the short bus tour and if it came through. i was in town on quick trip incognito, to ride, to ride some more, then some more (wholly shit on the colonnade!!) and called up from 1016 but no one. i'll call ahead when the kids in tow.

I got that message, no response when I called back. I figured it was the I.R.S. Bring your kids on through. I'm a total short bus fan and would love to help out however I can, just book your tour like 2 weeks in advance, okay?

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