When I got home from work I took a short nap, and eventually roused myself and went out for a ride.
Little Trans Iowa action. Note golf course.
15 minutes from home, and 1:45 into the ride, I passed our local pizza joint. 5 minutes later I smelled some folks grilling burgers. That got me movin’.
Still the wild west, even 1 mile from our house.
It’s been quite a week. The temptation exists to self-generate an epic of some kind this weekend, but the more wise option will likely be hanging out, some reasonable length rides, and maybe a movie. I can’t do it all.
Addendum:
Max took these on Sunday, and for obvious reasons I’m glad that he did.

Puerile, certainly, but you gotta call a spade a spade. And damn was it fun, farting and all.
Those are some sexy legs, those are. What’s wrong with those Tucson girls, anyway? Maybe when Chad’s at work, in addition to selling all his bikes and buying him one, good mountain bike, Max and I can turn all his pants into manpries to further enhance his trolling.
We end with the quotation of the week (or the month, or year, really); Ed, towards the end of dinner Friday night:
“That’s Chad Brown?!”
You really did have to be there.



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