Thirtytwo Teeth Crew 940

If you’re like me, and I know you are, you like a good summer bike race.  And while Dolly’s dumping it out on South Texas, we’re looking at a high of 100 degrees on Sunday up here.  This race however, coincides quite inconveniently with the 26th annual Goatneck and Sparky’s rebel ride.

So, what do we do with this weekend that is already giving us such grief.  Well, the short answer is that the Crew will be riding bikes regardless.

I recommend doing whatever makes you happy because after all that’s the only valid reason to get on the bike.  I’m going to be riding with my family for some of the weekend.  Last night, as I rode into the driveway with Keith, JW and Wastaken after having a couple of beers and tacos, the first thing Ava said to me was “Daddy go ride bike.”  Then she proceeded to jump on her tricycle and try her damndest to ride down the driveway, out into the street.  Needless to say, that baby got the addiction early.  Luckily cycling is neither an expensive nor a time-consuming lifestyle.

In other Johnny family news, Ava now says “shit,” with increasing frequency.  As words consisting of four letters are hardly uttered in our house, I’m inclined to first blame that Mooney boy, then maybe the grandparents with whom she spent the weekend while we went to New Orleans.  Other than that, I’m out of ideas.

Its Wednesday, which is Hump Day, which only makes me think of Wet Hot American Summer in times such as these.  Ima go hump the fridge.

Go follow Pancho Villa’s instructions to the T: “Tonight we ride!”

xoxo,

Johnny