this morning i woke up in my new bed - i love my new bed, it is fantastic. so i called my dad and asked him if he was going to ride his bike to work. a quick 24+ mile ride from Chaska to the hood (minneapolis/35th and nicollet). i started my way down the greenway at 7:50 a.m. to meet up with him and show him how to get to the office by taken the bike route. So i figured if he started at 7:30 a.m. i'd run into him around...Hopkins, maybe a few miles into the dirt LRT. Soon i was passed hopkins and going under 494, then eden prarie...then i get a call, he's got a flat. So i keep biking only to run into a freaking bike path detour, are you kidding me, it's a God Damn bike path, we aren't running semi's over this shit. well in true form there is no sign telling me where the detour goes, so i end up lost in a park of 312. Fourtountly for me the only person i ran into had no idea where her ass was, much less where we where, so i went back to where the detour started and called wes. by now it's 9 a.m. and i know one thing, wes isn't going to be kicking out any 11.5 mph, we might - with a tail wind - make 9 mph. so i'm not getting to work till 2-3 p.m. but who cares, because i'm on my bike, life is good, flowers are blooming and i'm off to canada where according to michial moore, that is where heaven is because they don't have guns...well except that guy who shot all those people at that school that one time.
so as we approach our final mile, i snapped this picture off of this 67 year old hopeful. only one word can define this inspirational moment....RUDY!!!!!
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