Riding with Shonny Vanlandingham at the end of NORBA 1 (Image credit: Harlan Price)
My last significant stretch of time off for the rest of the summer is over, an incredible three weekends in a row, and now I'm back up and at 'er racing again. After being sick and dizzy with the ol' ear infection for a month I have never been so glad to have a break. Got back to the homeland for about ten days to make sure things were still standing; went to get my townie to ride into downtown for breakfast and found it stolen....bummer, did my taxes...arrrrgh, got on the scale...ouch, turned 29...yikes, got a cake and a visit from my parents...sweet, got a bunch of money back from my taxes....nice, got to ride my 5spot a bunch on the Victoria trails...sweet as, started to feel fit again...alright.
So things were starting to come around and I headed back to the US; I avoided border patrol once again on my way to Colorado Springs to meet Keri and my new girlfriend Tallulah (a little Weimaraner pup).
She's a little sweetheart and hopefully she has learned to pee and poo outside by the time I get back. Got to spend a couple weeks in Albuquerque where the weather was absolutely perfect for bike practice. This is where I started to really feel like I could push the pedals again; at least that's what I thought as I pedalled up to the 10,600ft Sandia Peak in shorts and jersey listening to AC/DC. The only bad story from Albuquerque is when I slipped and fell carrying Tallulah's poo and broke one of our hardwood stairs; I cussed a few times after that. Oh yeah, and the fact someone tried to rip off our bank account with fake cheques; good ol' Albuquerque.
