After some discrete coordination with one of my riding partners, I quickly filled my hydration pack with beer and electrolytes and was off. While the weather was a bit chilly the ride turned out to be fantastic. Just look at the smile on the face of my foreign riding partner Mauricio. He's from Costa Rica, and doesn't speak much English so he usually communicates by using universal hand signals.
|Peace everyone (photo: PandP)|
|Slower riders (photo: PandP)|
We surprisingly made it down the mountain without any casualties where I kissed Mauricio goodbye and bolted home. When I arrived, however, my Fave was nowhere to be found, which actually makes it easier to hang my bike in the garage when her car isn't so rudely parked in my bicycle storage facility.
So like usual I hung up my mountain bike and ...
|Me after taking a chainring to the head (photo: PandP)|
|My Fave's, you're an idiot look (photo: PandP)|
|I think he meant to call it an Idiot Award, but I'll accept it anyways. (image: JKess)|