
Read the poster. We will ride. Karl is good. He makes us happy. Its on Capitol Hill. We can do a hot lap to VP and drink at the Cha-Cha.
We will not-not go to our friends art openings
!X Budweisers!
STP comming up. We will not register for this ride. We will not NOT use any of the support services. We will not NOT eat their food and drink their beer. We will not NOT use their water stations and road closures and other safety stuff. We will not NOT have more fun than them.
So I would like to correct my last post with this post. The Police did show up along with several members of the GT community who were willing to come forth as witnesses. We're talking five patrol cars doing laps looking for the perps, a forensics unit taking prints off the neighbors car and two very professional and friendly officers who were asking pointed questions of the victim and bystanders. The television unfortunately has been officially pronounced dead.

OMG! BRB!
Dominic

The photos here pretty much sum up the day. We had (once again) perfect weather and a good crew of BUnnyhawKS to roll out with. We had a bit of a slow start because of wardrobemalfunctions and the need for an emergency tire replacement (two actually but one was much later). We then showed some buNnyHawks from out of town how to go from Seattle to Los Angeles on a bike in just twenty minutes. We had a fine time by the sea getting sunburns and eating hangbergers and getting seaweed spa treatments (or as Domino says "spaz treatments") Drank some beer and met up with
the "Bicycle Belles". Three stops three performances on their south end tour. God I love following the top acts while they are at the peak of their talent but not yet at the peak of their popularity. We all got busted for trespassing in a secure area (Me for the fiocwakows). We of course ended up in Georgetown at Gateway park for more burgers (Thanks DBB,BBQ Josh) some more beers (Thanks Bicycle Belles) and more fiocwakows (Thanks Suquamish tribe.) Anna's chest may newer be the same. (Just for the record it was her idea. She insisted. Oh yeah, Domino shot one out of his face.) The whole day was effing perfect! The Gods of luck are pleased.
Traditionaly 13 is an unlucky number. So far this has been true for the BunNyHawks.
So, like, with all the Kidney Stones and thesis writing, I just haven't been riding that much. That doesn't mean that I can't spend a lot of time going through my back catalogue of music and remembering how awesome music was when I was a teenager. If you are any where near thirty you will have to agree, we had it good. By the time we were buying our first "cassingles" and the CD was still a crazy new format for the super rich David Lee Roth was practically dead and people started getting serious about their heavy metal and grunge killed cocaine and Trans Ams and validated sadness as a real part of the human condition. No more lipstick so to speak.