05.31.08:
Yehep. This is racing.

05.30.08:
The Tamster says the bright ones are male.

05.29.08:
Heroes.

05.28.08:
Classic. I can spot two things that's just not right.

05.27.08:
I guess no recovery ride today.

05.26.08:
Stuck to the floor by our table at the coffee shop.

05.25.08:
Carpenter Woods. Two days ago the white stuff made a finish line. Odd.

05.24.08:
Not for tongue.

05.23.08:
Looking up from the trail.

05.22.08:
We had the chance to experience both rain and shine as soon as we stepped foot at the park.

05.21.08:
Supposedly, this shoot is suffering from nitrogen deficiency. What if I blow bubbles into the vase with a straw? Does breath have nitrogen?

05.20.08:
Thank goodness I gave the wheels a loving scrub.

05.19.08:
Yep. It's official.

05.18.08:
Downpour on Main Street.

05.17.08:
Crushed. Just like my spirit after Union Grove.

05.16.08:
Heading back to Lansdale. I spent the day in the car.

05.15.08:
Don't tell me; but I suspect this is the real Sawyer.

05.14.08:
Red-eye. The moment before she ran me right over.

05.13.08:
The only other car in the lot. Looks angry.

05.12.08:
Dang, I missed it. This journal really has gone to shit.

05.11.08:
I still wear running shoes even though I've quit trying to run. Such a poser.

05.10.08:
If you can't tell, this carnitas burrito says, "Oink!"

05.09.08:
Mmmm... wild boar. Lot like pork.

05.08.08:
At least there's a picture.

05.07.08:
Aaahhh... relief for blogging fingertips. Hey at least I don't just leave 'em all over the couch.

05.06.08:
Panic shot—practically burnt holes in my eyes doing this.

05.05.08:
Yup. It smells just like it looks.

05.04.08:
Finish line at the Memorial Hall Criterium. Black on black, how trendy.

05.03.08:
Just an accident.

05.02.08:
Staircase wiggly ambush. You better watch out.

05.01.08:
This is the real deal.