I finally got out Saturday for the first big mountain-bike ride of summer, and was reminded of A) how beautiful the scenery is on Johnson Pass Trail, and B) what crappy shape I'm in this year. Fortunately, my friends let me set the pace and cruise easy all day. Then we ate pizza and drank beer. And that right there, boys and girls, is what you call a kick-ass Saturday.
Fortunately for me, I'm a dad, which means I got a little schwag on Father's Day. My sweet daughter Hannah gave me a flask with a water bottle cage she had reshaped to carry it. And what accessory do you think will be the first to get bolted to the frame of my new Long Haul Trucker?Oh, yeah. This one's getting a prime spot on my new ride.
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Hopefully Hannah can have a positive influence on Anne in July when she is there. All I got for Father's Day was a text message.
You might be a hipster if... you have a flask carrier on your bike. Please, please, please do not go down fixie on your faithful readers. We might just have to find a new purveyor of snark.
Hipster? Not in a million years, Phil. Just a lush.
And there's no way a fixie will ever be in my future with these old, creaky knees!
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