The Whistler's Dream
Everybody needs a dream...
Mine is to go to Oklahoma and play whistles for The Pioneer Woman. (Having been invited, not in a "creepy stalker" kind of way, for the record.) Heck, I'd play in a pup tent in the backyard for the joy of the cows and critters. What can I say? I'm a fan.
Everybody needs a dream...
Mine is to go to Oklahoma and play whistles for The Pioneer Woman. (Having been invited, not in a "creepy stalker" kind of way, for the record.) Heck, I'd play in a pup tent in the backyard for the joy of the cows and critters. What can I say? I'm a fan.
Everybody needs a dream...
Friday, July 14, 2006
Over the river and to the lake...
Nice riding adventure last night - we rode out onto the pier at Grand Haven. At times it was more a game of DodgePedestrian ("if you can dodge a wrench, you can dodge a pedestrian") than a ride, but we were treated to a golden sunset and a great supper at my all-time favorite mexican restaurant - Pruebelo. It's amazing - expecially the refried beans, since they don't use any fat or lard in them at all - just beans. Delicious! So, a great dinner, about 3 miles of riding, and some nice sunset photos to boot - gotta love it! And check out the shirtsleeve tan on the Captain - my lower arms have been getting a lot of sun this year, as is obvious by the lovely fish-belly white of the uppers. Ah well... :-D
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So...you've been training with Patches McHoolihan? :) BTW - in hick-town, we call your kind of tan a farmer's tan, but I'm guessing you'd rather be known as a biker, right? Now you just need the leather. ;)
Yup - a farmer's tan. That's the ticket. It's a little too hot for leather... maybe spandex. Yeah - that's what W. Michigan wants to see... me in spandex on the ol' ReBike.
*shudder*
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