Tonight I took my bike out for a long ride just for shits and giggles. I hit nine thousand incident free miles on my bike tonight, which is kind of cool. So I thought I would post this picture we took the other day.
On my way home a few blocks from my house I ran into a small group of sport bikers off to the side of the road, who waved me over. “You want to race” one of them asked. I said “No. I’ll either kick your arses or die trying. See this tooth I’m missing – that happened last month the last time I was racing. I just got off the pain killers.” (I didn’t tell them about my Nazi dentist.)