It sure is dark as hell in the mornings.
Yesterday found hospital bike club reduced to myself, Jean Phillipe and my Dad (who, in a bizzare reversal of sorts, now flats with us four days a week as he works away from his home). Three guys. Three gears, One broken chain, the invention of Chainless XC. Some climbing over trees, the drop on Old Chevy, Humid. Humider. Beers. Riding with Dad again (61 years old. Rigid SS 29er) Chicken and slaw Tortillas. Mint.
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