Happy New Year
I only have a minute as I am playing catch-up after my holiday in the Sun.
First off: Happy New Year. I mean it. Have your best year ever.
It occurred to me on my drive to CA (I avoided telephone poles) that I can race 30+ this year. That is freakin' sweetness. Not much of an issue around here, but if we make any trips to CA (which would probably not surprise anyone), I can do the double. Yeah, baby!! Let's hear it for getting old.
I gotta keep it short, but I had an awesome trip. Lots of group rides as per the doctors' orders. Did, in fact, go skiing at Big Bear. It was fun, but $62 lift ticket, plus 8 bazillion half-retarded snowcows, plus so cal location lead me to believe Utah skiing is more better. Christmas was the bees knees; it is way more fun since Haley is old enough to know what's going on. New Year's was sweet. I got totally wasted and don't remember any of it. Okay, that didn't happen. I hung out with the fam, which is exactly what I wanted to do. New Year's Day brought the infamous New Year's Day ride. This infamous rides hooks up several hundred of socal's finest for a trip along beautiful PCH with an inland diversion down in the UC. Starts and finishes in Long Beach. Pretty sketchy, but not so bad if you stay in the front. It was the sweetness and just the way to wreck my legs before the big drive.
Finally, The Mop is back. I think.
More later. Maybe.