Nope, there was no toe tapping going on here. I ass sure you.
So this post is going to be quick, sort of a description of time past in pictures. Well, with some brief descriptors as well. The dude above smoked me.
I love west Marin.
Thursday I got stung. I get stung all the time. And then, this little ass bird who was all whacked out on berries fell out of a tree, caught himself, fluttered and saw me coming at him at 25 mph and then he played chicken with me. I won, but little man was no chicken. Shot straight to the chest, felt like someone threw a dry sponge at me. He bounced off hot and was a little punch drunk after the collision but was A-ok.
The perfect food.
My feet are hurting again.
I have been riding long and slow. 'Cross season is fast approaching and the race schedules are out. I know mine. I hope my feet get better. I see the rheumatologist on 8/01. The rest is all balls.
Out!
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