Tuesday, April 29, 2008

el toro negro

Ahhhhh, the long black stripe. the weaving tarmac. the whistle of my armadillos* as they stroke the precious pavement.

Don't tell Dave, but I've spent next to no time on my bike the spring and I am ill-prepared for the upcoming 5-boro bike tour. I am, however, fully prepared for the eating of the Chinese food that traditionally ends the day. And I did put in an hour in the saddle moments ago. So maybe it will all work out.

*Armadillos are a brand of puncture-resistant tires.


Post a Comment

Links to this post:

Create a Link

<< Home