07/17/06
I missed a few days.
We are now at 34.
Saturday was hot hot hot. I rode in the moring and rewarded myself to a daylong adventure of AC and couch surfing.
Sunday was a killer. Two squirrels enter the road...only one returns. You'd be suprized how soft those little guys are. I looked back to make sure the little guy wasn't suffering, thankfully it took only one blow to do the job. I'm glad too, because the '03 San Lorenzo had a taste for blood and I was affraid I would have no controll over it if it took off into the densely wooded area looking for more.
I got home and pulled a double esspresso...mmmm....esspresso.
DIG IT!
I missed a few days.
We are now at 34.
Saturday was hot hot hot. I rode in the moring and rewarded myself to a daylong adventure of AC and couch surfing.
Sunday was a killer. Two squirrels enter the road...only one returns. You'd be suprized how soft those little guys are. I looked back to make sure the little guy wasn't suffering, thankfully it took only one blow to do the job. I'm glad too, because the '03 San Lorenzo had a taste for blood and I was affraid I would have no controll over it if it took off into the densely wooded area looking for more.
I got home and pulled a double esspresso...mmmm....esspresso.
DIG IT!
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