That’s our Mr. Nipples chilling in a Shimano shoe box. The damn cat probably spends 75% of his day in that box. Erik stuck it up on the bench and put the cat in it and it has been his little bed ever since. He’s gotta stop growing cuz the box is already bulging at the side while he sleeps. And yes, he shredded the paper himself…

In other news, things have been laxed here at the Alliance on the “writing” side of things. Luckily it hasn’t been so on the “riding” side of things. I’ve ridden every day since Sunday. I even dragged my sorry ass out of bed early and beat the rain to have a short ride this morning. It’s not something that happens very often, but I do get motivated every once in a while. I have to admit that I was dragging. My legs felt like lead regardless of how fast or slow I pedaled. I never had any burn, just mushy, good-for-nothing legs. At least I got out.

I will be heading south this weekend. Seeing it is Mumma’s day, I figured I ought to head down and see mine. She was just up last weekend but it also gives me a great reason to see KB.

The weather is starting to really rock up here in the Polar North. If any ofyou southern Knucklers are here this weekend for the race, you better damn well come and see me or I may not like you any more.

Ride…

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