Good day one and all, and again, Happy New Year! We know you have a choice when surfing the web to look at content concerning idiots on bicycles, so we appreciate you stopping by.
2012 had it’s first official team ride on Sunday, where 22 riders made it out to the island for our traditional opening easy spin whereupon we compare fatness, sloth-ness, and added lbs from the holidays. We’ve got a long way to go to get back to last year’s lethal nature….so, don’t worry about us, we’re just gonna be in the salt mines for a little while. No one’s been riding, not one bit. No base miles, no nothing.
We did have that New Year’s Day ride, or so we’re told, but no one can remember it. So, this was the first actual ride for the entire squad, and boy howdy it was a good one.
Walter Payton, risen from the dead as he has (beat Jesus to the punch!) and manifesting his new self as a 1997 Ford Econoline van, surprised the squad on the far end of the island, replete with coolers full of drinks, and tables full of veggies and tasty bits. A million thanks to Carrie and Vanessa for piloting ol’ Walter out there.
We also trotted out some of the new recruits for our 2012 roster. We hired slowly and poorly – again. We got about 6 new riders and we managed to barter some chewing gum, some old OUI magazines, and radial tire to procure the rights to these new poor souls. They’ll soon learn the error of their ways for wading into the free agent pool of PDX based cyclists.
‘Suppose that’s about it for now. Oh, wait, we forgot to mention we were actually exiting the island on the bridge when we managed to witness the sun going super nova. Holy shit, that was cool. I guess the apocalypse comes early in ’12! Check it out:
guess the upcoming season won’t matter too much when the Earth burns to a crisp