. . . like a infected splinter . . . ?
Where was I when we last spoke . . . oh, yes . . . Las Vegas.
My wife and I were there for four days/nights last week for a wedding. I won't go on at length, but will say this:
We did manage to escape the city for two days and head out into the desert, which was a saving grace for me because I was this close (fingers about a half an inch apart) from going postal.
|Red Rock Canyon|
|Money shot. I couldn't hook up a ride in the desert but we found some sweet single track while out hiking.|
I did recieve a very nice e-mail on my return from a bloke Down Under. Seems that Iain is a bit of a baker and a 29" biker. Check out what he sent me:
|Sour dough loaf and a Niner. Yum!|
|Breadhead to the rescue,|
FYI, the next week or two or so blogging will be spottier than a chicken-pocked three year old. Life has certainly reared it's busy-head lately on all fronts. Not only is the weather not cooperating for riding (which one would think would allow for catching up on shit, but it doesn't seem to be working out that way), but new added responsibilities at work, time with my wee family and the upcoming shift of location for the original big ring World Headquarters means nuttiness. I've had to give up some responsibilities with some volunteer work that I do and cut back on less important things for the next few weeks, i.e. blog-0-sphere'ing, watching the Giro and riding is going to have to take a back seat with sooooo much to do.
What's worse, I stood out in the pouring cold rain for nearly four hours at work yesterday and today I am sick. The weekend was looking up for slipping out for a ride, hopefully this cold will blow over by then. Until the next post, keep the rubber side down and your stick on the ice. Cheers!