Twelve

I didn't know it until this morning, but this was opening day of pump track season. For whatever reason I don't know; it was just suddenly clear to me.

A little rough after the winter, but not that bad, really . . .

I little cleanup, a little more skookum . . .

I dusted off my trusty Specialized P1 . . .

. . . and was left with just enough daylight to take the first laps of '12 . . .



Nobody's more excited about opening day than Brandy.

Under my loose interpretation of the rules (riding around my backyard fits the definition of "bike somewhere" in my mind), this most certainly meets the requirements and moves me on to day 13. Friday the 13th, that is. Yikes.  Stay alert and nimble so that you are able to dodge any bad luck that tries to befall you.  Good luck, I hope to see you on the other side.