South....

Brighter than the sun....

My cell rang about 5 minutes after I walked in the door from work tonight. Fatty. Ride to Hudson? Sure, meet you at 63 and Ridgeway. Cool.

He wouldn't even let me get in his draft after he pummeled me out on the trail. Kicked my ass. It was good. Thanks, Buddy.

Ride safe.

Peace out, yo!