Come Together

Little W.B. and I headed out late Sunday for a spin. I was lazy and missed the crew ride for lack of sleep. It was still nice and crisp when we got to the car park at Blairstone and rolled onto Fern. L.W.B. is riding so well and after seeing some of his peers do two laps at the Tom Brown race, he is thinking about fitness and how he needs some. He is finally able to roll at a pace that makes it feel like a ride, and not an exercise in patience. Pappa is proud.

We did a piece of Cadillac and came back through TB. We saw a twelve pack of empties, left by some human slime and on our way to the trash I ran into Chuck Goodhart (Tallahassee Parks MTB division). I talked to him about my recent skirmishes on the pavement and he shared some issues of his own on the subject. It all ended well with Chuck filling us in on the future projects planned for T.B. which include a skills course, where now a parking lot stands...I call that progress. He took my number, and now I will have to put my free time where my mouth is, and replace some complaining with attendance at meetings. Mr. Goodhart, as a good writer once said: "You sir, are aptly named."

W.B.Z.N.