last saturday when i rode the trails i had to stop and scoot this little ninja off the trail.
yesterday morning i rode, ran into the tour de cure ride, scabbed on through downtown, and then broke off. what can i say - they were going the same way i go home. maybe they all just scabbed on to my ride. yeah, that's it.
after that we loaded MROK up and took him to the jazz festival. pensacola is home to many strange people.
when we got home i cleaned the roubaix a little.