Holy cats! Can't a guy absorb another notch on life's odometer in anonymity? Da Nerd shook me awake this morning with an email directing me to some dear pals I haven't seen this year.
Folks, your birthday wishes are really touching. I'm grateful that you would think of me even after I've made myself so scarce lately. On this day of double nickels I think I might go for a bike ride. That's what I do a lot these days, ride my bike. You might say I've moved from one obsession to another. Got me one of them fancy Italian carbon bikes. I just finished STP Saturday in 11:04, not counting stops for munchies and waiting in line for the executive washroom. The week before that was a 90 miler in north King County. This weekend, more riding. See bike, ride bike. Probably a mid-life thing.
And no, Tyboo, I don't wear those skin-tight Spandex shorts that no man over 30 should wear. Too modest a fella. Should be outlawed. Bambina boat's been dry since September but I looked at my calender an saw it's July. That means after the Tour de France she and I have to go for a week in the San Juans!