Super What?

Talk about complete isolation, I can honestly say I had no idea who was even playing in the Super Bowl until yesterday. If ignorance is bliss then I am on my way to becoming a full fledged Monk. Outside of Colorado's Wine Country roads and Velo News, I really am not exposed to much of anything (politically I am worthless).





Band Camp has been off the hook and if feels good to be pounding the dirt day in and out. With views like this, who needs the skinny's? (I know, I know, it would be a whole lot cooler if Gudex was in the pics.... Tristan will have to do.)



All up in Whitey's Grill... Off the bike, the scene looks pretty glamorous. Lucky for us we have an old school Nintendo to twiddle our thumbs at.



On a side note, I have been chewing on the idea of doing Curiak's underground Kokopelli Race. Self supported, no race tape, meet in a parking lot at 3 am, no race fees, no prize money... just a qwest for adventure. Now that I have even thrown the idea out there MC is probably going to hold me to it.... guess I better brush up on my survival skillz.