shea has been up for the most of the night - back and forth between the bed, MROK, and the bathroom. she's been throwing up big time; no fun.
today i get to roll out the door wearing the fresh new west florida wheelmen kit. it fits perfectly. i'm not fond of always having to load my jersey pockets up with crap, although i am less fond of having a little pouch of stuff hanging off the back of my saddle. actually, i take that back - i am about equally un-fond of both of those things.
on the other hand, i'm sure i am quite a bit more fond of both of those things than anyone is of spending the night crouched over the toilet losing whatever could possibly be left of your lunch.