I got to escape the Tundra and lay resplendent (and often prone) back in my home town that was experiencing record-high temps: New Orleans. The day I arrived, it was in the 80s, and it remained lovingly warm n' sultry for the 8 days I was there. What sucked is that I had to tend to my badly sprained ankle for 3 days, and couldn't enjoy much of the sweet outdoors for a spell. And couch-riding and cable-surfing only can keep one afloat for so long.
But I came armed with bikey gifts. Here's my mom's sweet old trek with her new sprung Brooks saddle:
And sis' bike with some Planet Bike lights on it:
And mom and son's bikes waiting for a proper ride:
Did a lotta riding with the Fam, a ton on my own, and now I'm back here and am sick as a dog. Swweeeet. ;-)
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