I never fucked a ten, but one night, I fucked five twos

I rode all 6 bikes last week, George Carlin would be proud. It wasn’t pretty, at all, i think i gained calories. But its got to be some sort of record, and i’d be very happy if i just busted a nut 5 times. While there was nothing gnarly or epic, there was much quality-time and Q factors.

Monday & Thursday:   Trainer, combining my favorite things: work, beer, blogging and movies.   Its not a real ride, its like a friend with benefits.
Tuesday:   Hawes with James on the Hei Hei, then swapped for the Heckler and took Kila to our jump pit, where i went after stuff harder than I have in a long time.   Squeezing the last bits out of this side of town, crossing things off the bucket list.
Friday: 2-Bike with Kila to pick G up from school.
Saturday: jump pit, even better.
Sunday: 2-Bike with G, roadie around Usery, and…wait for it…the Masi with Kila to the fire station and back. I had free weights with me, they were very heavy, i fixed the Masi just in time to have something that rolled easy, and admittedly made for a nice conclusion.