it's getting serious

by serious i don't mean desperate, i just mean that we're creeping ever closer to THE DAY. and, by god, if Steak Sauce doesn't put those pounds back on, we're going to have to start looking for a red and white bike with streamers and a basket for him to ride at jay. mekka-lekka-hi, mekka-hiney-ho.

however, with all of us getting out (except for sven, who's learning the international word for 'surrender' while in france, and powder jew, who's probably logging more miles than all of us, A1, dennis and myself have apparently been doing our part to at least give ourselves a chance at finishing the challenge on two wheels instead of two feet.

the word around the campfire is a Steak Sauce, dennis and nK rendezvous for an assault on the kanc at six in the f*****g morning sunday. god, i hate married people who have children.

let's do it.

nK