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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!

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Skibby said…
you kill things by running over them, I drop them...
8:13 AM
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