The Future Is Open Wide
A little place I like to call, Aspen. Where the beer flows like wine and the women instinctively flock like the salmon of Capistrano.
It was another glorious weekend for the Trek/VW squad with a flat lander from Virginia taking the dubs in the XC. Somehow the season managed to pass by just as quickly as it came. As I finished out the last lap in today's STXC, I was already thinking about next year.... But for now I think it is time to relax and crack open a cold one.
Our massage therapist had a close call this weekend while preriding the course. Despite hitting a tree head on at 30 mph and a quick trip to Aspen's ER, Andrew is still all smiles. Once again a reminder of the "temporary" times we can't take for granted.
I think Ranno died from starvation in a past life. Don't mess with this cat when feeding time rolls around, he will eat your hand clear off.
Well folks... There is a Rock Shox end of the season party that is calling my name..... I'm out like a phat kid in dodgeball.
4 Comments:
Ah Aspen, California is beautiful this time of year. Did you look up the "Samsonites?" I don't think they are listed. Great season Nick!
dude you have to post a pic of Rad Schell's "costume" he wore during the short track...
Great season Nick!
See you in Moab again?
The salmon of Capistrano? :-)
I don't know why the swallows gather at San Juan Capistrano every spring, but salmon swim upstream to spawn, i.e. have wild sex with multiple unknown partners.
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