My shit is heading towards Denver in Wirun's Honda Fit as I type. Yes, Wirun, Bill Nye and I all have Fits. We're like a car club, except we like bikes... and sometimes we need highly uncustomized cars to transport them.
The timing of the trip couldn't be better. Thanks to Drunk Cyclist FaceLinking to my drooper post yesterday...
hits went through the roof. I probably look at the whole statistic thing once every week or two, so the recent spike confused me.
Nothing better. Soon it will just be me and you (and possibly you and you) again. I promise.
Interestingly enough, I had a quick FB chat with Chris from DC about the whole thing. He suggested I get a fan page on FB, and I had to tell him that like most things in my life, I only want to exert enough effort to achieve moderate success on the daily with a rare accidental flash of brilliance to share with the rest of the world. Otherwise, it's all beer, bikes, peanut M&M's and Pop Tarts here.
Which prompted him to send me this, cementing our e-friendship forever.
Too lazy to watch it? Everything you need to know, right here: