|Organizers of UCI races resort to unusual means to appease the needs|
|View from my "office" at the top of the mountain in AF|
|One of the finest porches I know.|
|This 48-miler damn near killed me...|
|Telluride, as seen from Bridal Veil Falls|
|5 seconds before I was in it all butt-nekkid|
|The Ritchey is not only a good-looking bike, but she fits into the Bimmer's trunk.|
It was a wonderful time. Cool air, plenty of sunshine, non-plain topography, a spritzy car, and an equally responsive bike (just the body is lagging a tad these days—more on the upcoming ablation in a future post), and peace and quiet all to myself—only a soulmate (not the nagging kind) would have improved this vacation.
|It's bit like the top of the world, no?|
|Judy's oh-so-beloved Free Box in Telluride. Sometimes you can even pick up a brand-new baby!|
|Pete Imbs and his red Harley, in Cuba, NM|
And on Wednesday, after a huge fill of red and green chile for breakfast at the Doubletree and many hours of baking in the sun under a dropped top, I returned home. Fourth of July fireworks have come and gone (I drove down to Snyder to celebrate with Wes and Susan's families), and now I have exactly a week to prepare to wear the chief's plumes at the US National Mountain Bike Championships in Mammoth, CA.
We'll talk about the ablation (Aug. 2o) later. No worries,