So I had some winrar on teh interbutts, details someday maybe, then rode down to the beaverton transit center on the beast. Took the 20 downtown, and rode a lot. Some tension flared between friends, but I think when endurance and patience return things will be awesome.
David and I rode from downtown, across the bridge, around the Lloyd Center parking lot for a while, down to Franz, through the hell intersection, down a steep awesome fuckin hill, run on sentance. Back down the Espinade, where he met the man who designed his hip-bag. Dave Stoops. Of course he was ultra psyched about that. Back to wait for the 20 in front of the elephant statue. Some fancy-boys walked by, and the sprinkler system kicked right in, we heard the most feminine screams out of them. Fucking hilarity.
I finished the night off, riding home from Winco, like I usually do. Takes less and less time every time I do it. Got my shoelace wrapped around my pedal which scared the fuck out of me, but I learned to back the bike up and it unwound it. Thought my shoes were straight fucked yo. Tried getting home a slightly different way but any way I look at it, there is a huge hill on the way home. Blah I can make it.
Pedal through the PAIN baby!
Desert Guru out!
