craving crepes

i called up my good friend taura for breakfast... she wanted crepes so we headed to village inn (yeah we know that vi isn't the best place for crepes, but it's close by and it was damn windy out and we didn't want to ride far). i've been wanting to swap her drop bars for something more comfy, so after stuffing ourselves we went to over to my bikeshop (aka kitchen) to do some maintenance. she now has nitto moustache bars on her baby and she likes them a lot. oh... and she loves her brown suede boots a lot too.

IDEAL grocery

picking up a few essentials.

che guapo!

my friend kate was in town briefly before she heads back to paraguay (she's doing the peace corps thing). kate is the only woman i know who can ride my 61cm bianchi SL track bike with no problem, it fits her perfectly actually. she is a fellow bianchi aficiondo and was so happy to ride her beloved marcelo again, even if it was only for a day.

almost harvest time

i went up to do the taco ride on the the wabash trace trail with some friends. fall is the best time to go, as the views of fields at this time of year are quite picturesque.

iowa

kim's shot of me at the same spot on last year's ride.

full load

this dude had his hands full.

it's gonna rain tonight

breakfast @ hi-way diner

let's see... got to bed around 3am... woke up around 7am. i didn't eat much last night so i was hungry. i called up janna and we headed down to one of lincoln's posh dining establishments. on the way there janna couldn't stop messing with her scab. oh... nice socks janna.

latte kickstart

getting my saturday morning pickmeup at the mill.

one speed, one wheel

i saw this cool looking unicycle outside the coho. i'd probably do a faceplant if i ever tried to ride one.

couldn't hold it?

actually, it's just water. we hosed janna's leg off to help clean her road rash. next time janna, keep both hands on the bars when jumping curbs.

that was a lot of rain...

and a nice sky afterwards.

one leg

got in some miles sunday night with janna. janna snapped one of me and it looks like i'm a one-legged cyclist.

bianchi blue = sky blue

heading out for some miles. the 62 degrees gave me an excuse to break out the long sleeve jersey.

coffee and subs

java zone? and yet another new sub place downtown?

white sombreros

i didn't make it to the wednesday night roadie ride, it was a gorgeous night to be out that's for sure. i had to do sound for the fiesta on the green. it's been a while since i let out a few gritos to live mariachi music so it's all good.

tnmwr

it's the extreme way to mow grass.

it's only monday...

swap meet

i went down to the swap meet to see what was up. i seriously considered buying this '69 typhoon.

chick magnet?

porche cayman s, $60k = chick magnet for sure. my bianchi pista SL is worth about $700 = not a chick magnet. but i'm still cool.. fool!

monkey see monkey do

my bianchi is no longer the only bike seen in the hallway at work. in the last month two of my co-workers have gone down to buy bikes at the wrench and started riding to work.

tuesday is singletrack night

heading out of downtown on our way to the dirt.

drive-thru

2am on a saturday night is not a good time to hit the d'leons drive-thru. there were A LOT of cars and drunk students on foot... because of the football game earlier no doubt. the good thing about d'leons is that you can go through the drive-thru on a bike. when you pull up to order they won't know you're there unless you push a little doorbell to the upper right of the menu.

luthur

zikman stopped by the shop. his buddy luthur was riding co-pilot in the trailer.