5:30am in Denver. Cherry Creek Res. in the distance.
Rental Steed. Apparently, the shop we rented from sees a lot of chumps or I simply look like one. I started to leave the shop with the bars turned sideways and no pedals because I brought my Candies and know how to turn bars. The girl behind the desk didn't seem to think that was really the case. Had she ended each of her sentences with, "you dumbass" the conversation would have been exactly the same.
"Is this thing on?"
Pretty. Boring. Pretty Boring.
(Read the following in your best Dr. Suess voice) This is Mike. Mike and his rental bike. Compared to when I met him, Mike is now Mini-Mike. Great job, Mike.
102 degrees. Nearly three hours on the bike. All this water didn't make me feel any better.
Nice camera strap, Dumbass. Love, Ansel Adams.
Other highlights.
A bumper sticker which read, "Who Would Jesus Bomb?"
Discovering a client I was visiting had a office on Pearl Street in Boulder, then having to go there twice.
Chatting with Kris, our guide during our Novice white water rafting run from the front of the boat. Hope you make it to Costa Rica.
Having Kris try to knock me out of the boat because I was always turned around talking to him.
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Thanks to everyone who contacted me about riding. Unfortunately, I wasn't ever in a situation to really plan a good ride and get ahold of anyone. It was get up at 5:15am or sneak away at a moments notice to get some miles in.