Goddamn, Killer Brown. I just put in a lap at Theo WIrth on the one speed cross bike, and maybe it's due to my rock-n-roll lifestyle, but I'll be damned if I wasn't a huffin' and a'puffin. And now my knees hurt. Maybe it's the 41x16...(I meant 41x17, either way, today my i.t. band is killing me-ed) But thank Satan for Ipods, because I was serenaded the whole ride by the sweet sweet sounds of Nebula, E-40, and Johnny Cash.
And just a little reminder for this weekend, jerky:
TRAIL BUILDING BLITZ IS CANCELLED***
MINNEAPOLIS HOMIE FALL FEST