When I woke up on Saturday I learned via Facebook that our good friend Grady had been seriously injured in a bicycle accident the day before. He's very banged up but the prognosis is pretty good. Let's all pray that he has a speedy recovery.
Saturday was our monthly jersey ride for Different Spokes. It didn't begin very well. I showed up about 15 minutes before we were supposed to leave as I always do. When I got there I realized that most of the board was on another ride and that I'd be facilitating it myself. Which isn't a problem and I'm glad to do it but I needed to have sign in forms and I should have been there 20 minutes earlier. Luckily I had a couple forms in my bag and I even had maps so no foul. Yes, I vaguely remember David Gaus telling me something about this some months ago.
Wanderson met us at the bridge which is always a special treat.
Eric:
Thomas Outt:
I swept the ride into Tiburon and got some pics of Thomas as he headed down Paradise:
Wanderson and Eric in Tiborun:
We headed over to Belvedere as we typically do and it was very cloudy but the view was still really nice:
Super cute James De Vinny:
I rode with Wanderson, James and Eric back to the bridge and we made really good time. I got a shot of James at the Golden Gate Bridge:
I got home at 2:30 to a very, very pouty faced Mr. Poe. Turns out that the pack of tamales in the freezer were vegetarian and it broke his little heart. However it was good for me and I eagerly scarfed them down for lunch. So fucking good. My vegetarian tamales are amazing and likely the only reason to keep me alive once the revolution comes. Then I got cleaned up and we headed down to Union Square. I dragged Mr. Poe with me so that I wouldn't go home with another pair of shoes for him that didn't fit him and we also brought Ashley Jr. He never gets to go! Rufus threw an enormous tantrum when he realized that he wasn't going too. It was epic. Ashley Jr. was very, very nervous on the subway going down and then totally dazzled by all the people, sights, and smells of union square. Particularly the hot dog stand.
We made our way over to Prada where they were having a fund raiser for something or other. Sadly, we it made it too late to get free champagne. They had the ugliest models I'd ever seen. Seriously not pretty. If those women were models than all you need to model is to be super tall and to have thrown up everything you'd ever eaten because that's all they had going for them. They had not pretty faces with angry scowls on them that I think was supposed to be modelesque but in fact just looked pissy and they had bruises all over their legs and looked like junkies. And they were modeling these ugly sundresses that were not flattering. Sadly, I didn't get pics of them. Mr. Poe thankfully was able to resist looking at price tags and ended up picking out a different pair of shoes than I had gotten him. They look great and fit well and I think he'll get a lot of use out of them. Here he is holding a seriously over stimulated Ashley Jr.:
Me:
We headed home and made dinner. I tried to make a not deep fried version of flautas by brushing the filled corn tortillas with oil and then putting them in the oven on a rack. They were very good but you can't beat deep frying. After dinner we got cleaned up and wet to bed. It had been a very long day.
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| Today |
49.7 |
| Week to date |
177.9 |
| Month to date |
465.9 |
| Year to date |
2,775.2 |
| To Goal |
5,224.8 |
| Over (Under) plan |
(161.8) |
| YTD Mileage vs Last Year |
(8,240.7) |
| Rolling Year |
6,987.1 |
| Since Inception 10/1/07 |
31,280.7 |
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