San Luis Obispo, The Wrap Up...

Photo by Luke Seemann:





Overheard:
"So...don't be afraid if you're lost to stick your thumb out and least ask. One year, I was driving at 6:30 in the morning, and came across a drunk lady...I ended up taking her all the way home..."
(pregnant pause)
"...and one thing led to another..."

"These eggs are too fresh!"

"Clear!"

"Troy? You got a minute?"

"Wrong mailbox!"

"Yeah, but you're still only going at Light Speed."

"Internal massage therapist? CanI see your certification?"

"I think I'm going to stop talking now."

"I think the road just said 'fuck you' back!"

(Sniff...) "Apricot?"

(Raspy, movie trailer voice): "In a world where you must eat two breakfasts just to survive..."

"When it gets nasty, get down to biznezz!"

(And here's a few priceless ones from Jeff - there's more in the comments section)

"PRICE-LINE...NEGO-SHI-AY-TOR!!!"

"We've had like 30 dropped chains already..."

"Is that you Morrissey? Get your fat ass up here!"

"You were my second choice for most likely to have snorted a line of coke off a hooker's ass"

"You want to compare the number of women slept with??? Are you serious? Dude, I will carpet bomb you!"


Lessons Learned:
Always, always, always wear the base layer. This is what's left of my vest, my outer layer on Friday's crash ride:


Although I was also wearing a jersey inside that, underneath was this tight, slick baselayer:


Note the small brown smudge. That's it. That prevented my skin from catching and ripping, saving me the broken collarbone. Wear the baselayer always.


Camp is hard...




And thanks for the memories...
Squeaking, choking clouds of rust from ravenous ice
And out we spilled into bright sunshine and dewy grass

Leaving comfort and ease, boredom and apathy
Every animal finds itself when finally set loose

We raced to the moutaintops, if only for the view
And to tumble back down, all the way to the bottom

We laughed like children, cried with pain
Extended comfort and wisdom

We ate with the intent of condemned men
Except we were the ones who'd never die

For that great and fiery wind which ripped through the valley
Laid bare our hearts, alighting them with love and power

And out spilled our blood down into the dirt
A planted seed to fuel the desire to never stop

And the great green fields of poppies and horses
Will have that piece of us always, fovever.





Photo by Erik Didriksen: