Thursday night on the town

My head is still reeling from a night out with my favorite bike hooligans. Scotty, who left us 2 years ago to return to his homeland in the Far North, came back for a night of beach wrestling, bonfires, toxic martinis, broken noobies, and of course lots of bikes.

I've missed riding with these guys, and something has drawn me back. Probably the realization that racing and training will never fully complete my life, but people who love bikes and carving their own trail surely will, much as it always has. (But next time, dudes, TACO TRUCK!)