Thread started by Manny at 12.3.09 - 9:36 pm

In 6 hours I'll be flying back to LA after a full day travel yesterday and all day meetings today. And I can't wait to get back to my bike so I can go for a ride.

In response to recent threads, bumps and activities:

- Congrat Sarah on 1K plus. Chances are I will never catch up.
- Hope everyone had a great time at Ice Skate and Destroy. I haven't had a chance to watch the posted video yet but can't wait. Hope there are some pictures posted too.
- Hope everyone is having fun on tonight's Festival of Lights Rides. Damn, I'm envious.
- What the Faqk is with all the recent hit and runs???
- I saw Wolfpack Monday Night. You were a blur when you flew by Monday Night Rehab on Victory.
- Is eddieinla free? I hope so.
- When I get back tomorrow, if I can't make a ride, I will be doing a ride alone.
- I can't sleep either. Tuesday night I got about 3 hours sleep before my flight. Last night I got about 3 hours sleep before my meeting. And the way things are going, I'll get three hours sleep tonight before I have to head back to the airport for my return flight...
- And lastly, regarding the recently bumped "Bike riding dreams" thread, last night - during my three hours sleep - I had this weird dream that I was participating in this contest to win a bike. It was this really slick, all-pearlescent-white fixie that was chocolate flavored and scented. And I thought, "Damn! That's a sweet looking bike. And it smells like chocolate. I have to win that bike... Girls love chocolate!" It turned out to be a major pain in the ass to get to the place where you got the tickets. And then I had all sorts of trouble filling out the information form. First there was no pen, then the pen I found didn't work, then I couldn't get the attention of the lady collecting the tickets. But I finally got all that done. The ticket/form was filled out, folded and dropped into the barrel, but just before she pulled out the winning ticket, a siren started sounding from behind me. It wasn't quite and ambulance. And it wasn't quite a police siren. If anything, it sounded like the European sirens. And it got louder and louder until it woke me and I realized it was the damned alarm on my crackberry. But, damn, that was a sweet girl-magnet of a white, chocolate-scented bike!