Tuesday, I went out for a bike ride, just to get a little air, and ended up at the blue note, which has become my bar of first resort. I actually made really good time on the ride in, at least for me: 7 miles in half an hour.

When I got there, Chris was sitting at the bar (hi chris). Next thing I know, I’m doing an irish car bomb with him and Victoria, and the night rolls out from there. A couple beers and a couple shots later, we head back to Chris’ house. On the way, I confirmed what I’d heard earlier in the day: my work had all been taken down from Sauced. It’s gone, and I’m pissed. Fuck Sauced.

Eyeing a bolt-hole to attach the chain guard.


Anyway, we got to Chris’ house, which he shares with KW, and I watched Lisa put the finishing touches on her bike. It’s a cute girl cruiser, fashionable and functional.

The bike. Yes, I know it’a a little blurry, so was I.

Then I rode my ass home, no idea how long it took, but it was a pretty nice ride, except for the south wind. I always pass by this last scene, but for some reason early on April Fool’s day, it grabbed me. Who cares if I look foolish? Nobody was around, anyway.

Posted by Matt on 2009-04-02T00:00:00Z GMT