things have changed

since my last night ride. the singletrack is dusty and over grown. nettles high enough to sting the tops of your arms-yes, riding in short sleeves. lights only required if you linger too long over a fine pale ale. there's a new bike on the scene too, lady alex and her (charge) duster. a beautiful setting sun, topped off with the 'best flapjack in the world'. my riding buddies are ace.

oh, and i received a gift from simon....it might break my legs...