Sand Is Less Slippery.

Today I hung out on my couch for 8 hours and ate all the food I could find. When I was done eating all that food I ordered a pizza from pizzahut.com and ate that. Enormous guilt set in and I decided that I needed some exercise so I pumped up my bike's tires and opened the door only to find that all hell had broken loose in the sky. I don't think I've ever seen rain come down that thick. Truly a Northwestern phenomenon.

A few more hours went by, (I knew it was a few hours because I watched two episodes of Law & Order) and I decided to ride down to Grant to see if it dried out. It's been a while since I've used a bike for transportation and I have to say that the gearing on my bike sucks. I feel like I'm a giant bear riding around a circus ring...

Anyway, cruising around my neighborhood was pretty fun. The air was cool and the streets were drying out rapidly which was a good sign. I got to Grant and found a dry spot to roll around on. I got so pissed doing hang-5's that I almost punched myself out of frustration. That's when I realized that I wasn't bringing my right foot forward soon enough. One minor adjustment, and ~blammo~ I was rolling them again. After that, I tried to find the balance point on, (sorry, I don't know the trick's name) forward-two-footed-one-handed steamrollers and I got a few to roll in control for a while. I like that trick and can't wait to pull it around into a half-hiker.

Man, flatland is the best thing ever. I love it.

There's a jam in Vancouver on the 16th. I'm going to drive up and there's plenty of room in the Dakota for passengers: bikes in the back. I'm thinking about driving up on the 15th and coming back on the 17th. Who's into it? Let me know.

- Tim