tides that i've tried to swim against.

there was a voice mail waiting for me this morning. uhhhh...this is jeremy at erik's bike shop. i'm calling to tell you about your bike. well, it's trashed...

a little pang of sadness followed, thinking that i'll never ride that frame again. i bought that boy with a loan from my girlfriend at the time (thanks robin). we've been through 4 fat tires, 4 24 hour of nine mile races and about 30ish other races on the knobbies...not including the wednesday night time trials. i rode that bike in park city and vail. i've learned bike repair and maintaince with it in my stand.

oh well, what am i going to do?

i got the car estimate yesterday and, in lieu of crying i had to chuckle. apparently, replacing a roof is expensive. more expensive than my bike will be. i'll leave it at that.

oliver was a champ at the vet. he really is a great dog. and, ta da...he slept through the night last night. the first one since his first night with us. i woke up in a panic wondering if he had died or something. he was sitting in his crate, chewing on his favorite toy pig.

nice puppy.

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