How Odd
Yesterday after work I took my bike, the poor little blue Cannondale, to Alberto. He's the mechanic at Uncle Bill's (the closest thing the island has to a LBS), for some minor pre-IMAZ attention.
At all other times when I'm at home the poor little blue Cannondale is either on the trainer or clamped to the stand next to my television. Watching a DVD last evening I was acutely aware that the poor little blue Cannondale was Not There.
I think I actually miss it.
Me with the poor little blue Cannondale at Florida HalfIronman 2005
At all other times when I'm at home the poor little blue Cannondale is either on the trainer or clamped to the stand next to my television. Watching a DVD last evening I was acutely aware that the poor little blue Cannondale was Not There.
I think I actually miss it.
Me with the poor little blue Cannondale at Florida HalfIronman 2005
posted by Brent Buckner at 3/29/2007 07:17:00 am
5 Comments:
And you probably do!
(Although I there was just a minor shift in the universe. There's actually a picture of you ... on your blog ...)
Why is he poor and little? Sounds like you guys have some great adventures together...aside from sitting in your living room, that is. :)
You have some pretty solid looking arms, although I would have thought that with a life in the Grand Caymens they would have a bit more color to them.
Wendy: I attribute all to taper madness.
Andra Sue: little due to small size, poor because it exists under my minimal maintenance regimen.
Al: old photo - I moved here in November 2005
Ah, taper madness.
Sadly, I can't attribute my sentence making problems to it.
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