Catsup.

As in ketchup, or catch up. I've been quiet here in the past few days, but have still been riding. I broke another spoke on a Saturday ride with Whit and Mitch, and had to be picked up. Curtis made it back from DC for a MNRR, which was great. Afterwards we hung out at the old shop for a while just shooting the breeze and catching up. This weekend plans are coming together for a day in Boone with mi esposita, Mitch, and Amy. Mitch and I should be able to get in a good ride...maybe the Boone Roubaix course?

Curtis' new bike...rocking Chorus 11 speed. Mad!




Riding into the sunset




And Whit's dirty dangly bits. oh. man.