24-9

photo stolen from matter


pretty much sums it up. i was the lucky one to be able to enjoy a night lap. i actually loved it. i bonked pretty hard at the second to last part of the single track, where matter passed me and i looked and he was gone. everyone that was out there biking were so nice! i loved every part of it.Dan, Jen, and Leah ripped it up. Jen was so nice to come and grab my bike after my first lap when i thought i was going to pass out! i enjoyed the trek tent and the good and off times. the guys pulled off 24 laps in 24 hours thats impressive, something that has not been done before. everyone kept their humor. it wouldnt have been the same without all the people, shaw, peck, crazy carl, matter, doug, jesse, amanda, anne, duece and of course chuckles- marko, Dan, Jen, and Leah. All the others that were there to contribute to the laughter and crazy times!!

congrats to doug and anne on their anniversary, now thats the kind of girl every biking guy wants to marry!

ah its all in the family.

so lots have happened since last friday. mark gained a sister in law. i gained a new family member karin, james' lover. i caught a bouquet. i had four cosmopolitans, danced and became a pro water girl at the wors race. which also smacked me with a wicked burn from the hot hot sun. i started a reason to communicate course, philosophy, where they decided an exam every week and 7 books to read with in 4 weeks. sounds fun huh. work making its way back into my priorities. natedogg stayed at our house and we all consumed too much vino. we are officially winos. exhausted is the word that creeps into my mind more then not. hopefully i will be getting a picture up of the fun events.

24-9 coming up on a team for the twelve hr.


i dont know what i would do if i had time off to listen to life. i would probably have a smile that couldnt fade, no matter what.

times to come.

m. ward, is the music of choice. the weather has backed down a bit. the cool breeze at night is a feeling i think we all couldnt wait for. times to come are dreams only at this moment. the wind feels as if it is a fall day or what the beginning feels like. fall is a time of year that i cannot get enough of and couldnt be happier then on my bike with a nice wool jersey on. But to not get too far away from reality celebrations are soon to be had, a lovers birthday, a wedding and a race.

i cannot wait.

weary of the bkb.

tried my hand at a wors race. due to my current state of the so called lack there of money, he decided to pay for me. I thought shit, can i seriously not take him up on this. so mark and i headed to eau claire the next morning bright and early. nerves were actually subsided while excitment took over. my two goals for the day was to not die and not to become paralized. easy right. yeah, so i thought too. I had a good group of fans.. luke, nicole, sketchy, rukus, jesse, mark and so one. it was nice they were planted all over the course. doing well in the first part of the pack till the single threw me every which way. my first big fall that at least comes to mind was when going on a steep down hill in the single track i flew over my bike, bike got wedged into two trees and i nailed the third one. response of viewer, "holy FUCK" "are you alright" my response while trying to unwedge my bike... *UCK". ahh my mom says its un lady like. I said i was pissed. lady like goes right out the door with that factor. i ended in the mist tent was soon handed a nice cold spotted cow. and so was my day. I then became a cheering fan for the lalonde bros and luke(on a cross bike nonetheless) dave corey and derek. Now the boys at the shop cant give me shit. my body proved i tried my damned hardest, my bike shows the love that it was given while heeved every which way. not enough food and too many beers. It was nice seeing the lalonde parents once again. and soon enough with the wedding coming up, which i havent gotten off for yet, but i think i may be "sick" those days. hmmm.

bachlor party headed way last night and mark is feeling the burn this morning. i guess that is what you get when you weigh 136 and have that many shots and beer. cheers to you jesse on your soon celebration.

AND WAY TO KILL IT BOYS. 1&3.