Sunday Funday

Woke up at 0500 had a little cup o Joe – not Picco.  Revved up the mower at 7:00 a.m. sharp just to piss off my asshold sleeping neighbors.  Ha ha.  Got ‘er done by 9:30 a.m. and off to church.  Feeling blessed I set off for Pets with my homies a hungover JT Chesney, Malibu Nic and Sump-pump-pimpin Short Dog.  JT’s ride to my house was not good – he can tell you more.  12.2 miles, soggy trails, and a couple Pber’s later and Chez and I were off to the annual move- my- sister for the 114th time.  All went well and we set an olympic record for pack, lift and move and back to the Riedel homestead we went for Lufro’s mexican fiesta.  Picco’s got nothing on Lu in the mexican department.  We had sangria, lots of food and some Corona’s and a little cramping for JT and all was well.  Great Sunday.  Monday ride, then off on Tuesday and a nice 27.2 at the Kettle.  9 days til JBone comes home and 13 days to the Wheelie Contest.  Peace out fellas.  Da Fro