The weekend recap

Somehow the weekends always end up action packed, even when we're not at a WORS race.

Saturday started out with us heading off to the duplex to do a little maintenance.

Why take the truck. . . . . . . . .

When the car works even better??

Yes, we did strap the extension ladder to our roof rack. Yeah, we're ghetto. It's all good. We're not afraid to admit it.

We spent a couple hours working on a project Captain has been "contemplating" for a few days. The gutters needed to be rerouted. . . . ..as they were apparently leaking into the neighbor's basement. Apparently this has been happening for a while now (we've owned it 10 years) and he chose to first tell us NOW. Of course that "FOR SALE" sign in his front yard might have prompted him to actually go out and LOOK at his investment property. . . . .either that or someone showed it right after heavy rain. Whatever the case. . . . . . . .hopefully the issue is resolved.

After that we set out to Crystal Ridge to meet some peeps and do a little riding. The Virgin decided to tear it up. She was so fast her bike couldn't keep up with her. A few knee knocks later and she was ready to be done. The General made his MTB debut. . . . .at least since "the incident". He said the fingers were a little sore, but all in all it was a good time. The Goat and Tiny even made an appearance (not together obviously), along with Shooter and of course CK.

Then this morning we debuted the Wheaties jerseys for the Riveredge Ride in Newburg. How cool do we look? I even had some freaky guy ask me if I actually raced for Wheaties. Of course he also tried to pick Shooter up. . . .but she broke his spirits when she stomped him into the ground after the rest stop.

Speaking of Shooter. . . . .she must have thought this CHARITY RIDE was a race or somethin'. That number on her back had her TEARING it up and giving The General a run for his money.

All in all it was a pretty fun weekend, other than the tooth issues I seemed to develop late last week. Either it's a missing filling, a new cavity, or something freaky because every time I try and eat (or drink anything other than water) I'm sent into excruciating pain. Thank goodness my brother-in-law is a dentist. He managed to squeeze me in tomorrow. At this point I'd take drilling with NO Novocaine over the pain this puppy yields. While it is INTENSE pain, thankfully it's not constant. There's a silver lining to every cloud I guess.

Better tomorrows.