Glen (nose and arm pictured, far right), Matt (not pictured), Justin, Pat, and I (not pictured) hung out at the Spokane Bike Swap last weekend. It's always rad hanging with these guys, but I'm thinking we need to figure out a different plan for the swap next year: one that only involves one day. |
This is it. My desert island food. Good god. Mother of pearl. Just f'ing buy some and eat it. Mrs. Renfro's Ghost Pepper Nacho Cheese Sauce. The review: it's hot fat. And it's sublime in its fatty sweety cheesy heat. |
Dust. |
Lake. Well... probably a pond, technically speaking. |
I'm finding more and more drivers giving plenty of room for bikes. We are no longer anomalies but part of traffic.
ReplyDeleteI have discovered that the drivers around here have been pretty decent to me as well. There always seems to be those one or two a month who feel that I don't belong on the same street as they do, but when that happens, I remind myself that is only a single motorist out of the thousands that I interact with to and from work on my daily commute. Some places, I just wont ride anymore, not necessarily because of belligerent drivers, but merely the volume of traffic and the speed. Indian Trail comes readily to mind, I've given up riding the 1/4 mile of road and simply walk the bike on the sidewalk to the single track into my neighborhood; the pucker factor is just too much for me!
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