I knew at the outset that committing to 30daysofbiking would entail some sacrifices, but I guess I didn't think it would entail major sacrifices.
That's right, Bennidito's. You do what you have to do.
The blow was softened by good company (family) and surprisingly decent service, for a change. And we got served whatever food we wanted on the other side of the wall. I shit you not.
The Green Monstah is my BIL Judd, btw. Righteous dude.
Me and Patty's bikes are canoodling again. Thanks to whoever supplied that description a few posts back, it's pretty accurate. They really, really like each other.