Ramblings on a plane

I'm flying back to DC from Albuquerque. It's 9PM. Suuposed to have 6"-10" of snow tomorrow and I can't wait. I'm bummed that I didn't get to ride while I was over there except for the 2 hours on the stationary bike in the hotel. To make that fun I had to pretend I was racing the guy next to me. Sad.

I've only been gone three days but I miss the wife and daugther terribly. She's growing up too fast (the kid, that is). People say she looks like her mother. I don't think so. But I'm just glad she doesn't look like me. I'd make for an ugly girl. A really ugly girl. This is what people tell me when I'm in drag every Halloween.

I've got the Carpenters playing on Gina's MP3 player, which I borrowed for this trip. Next up we have Sinatra, Billy Bragg, Cypress Hill, and Pixies.

Just got done reading fatmarc's awesome blog. While I've only had the honor of riding with him at ECNASSCU, I gotta say that my favorite thing about mountain biking is the people you meet. I would have never stayed with it if it weren't for:

ginarickydjoleegarydtbobfoleychancewendellkristinarandyromanomugg
cautilliweserinchunkpoochcampriderxbutchmarkjaystonermielispearmint
shivastevesteigscudbendermarcusbunkymillerjoelpetercrashmorerickevan
katecharliejillbillynancytonykevinjenspatclamanjonsamiromanandevery
badasswhoiveriddenwithbutforgotyournameorwhosdroppedmeattheraces.

Thanks.