The Piece of Cake road race was today and I got dropped in the last lap. Felt ok most of the race but once I was off the back I was in the cross wind and had nothing to catch back up. Thats cool, I’ve got a long year ahead. I feel really good. I don’t even feel like I rode my bike today, that is a good feeling.
Cary Miller and I are hanging out at Stumptown.
Molly: “Cary, what are you thinking about?”
Cary: “Girls.”
Yeah…
what the fuck’s up with the shoes? Mmmmmmm girls.
Ira=style king/pirate
Thats nothing.
Peter: what are you going to do now that you speak french and chinese
Alex: Im thinking Arabic, and then spanish
Peter: french, chinese, arabic, and spanich, whats the common theme there?
Alex: girls
peter
ps. i am gonna try to send you some cool japanese bike stuff.
What is that thing on your socks?
ones a chicken and ones a flaming heart.
Those are’nt my socks! If I wear hippy shoes I do it with bare feet. Hippie?
Rubber shoes are for pussies.
those shoes are actually quite tastee
okay….
I have not tasted them myself
but
I did read somewhere that these shoes could be eaten
it you got desparate