How one man does his part

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One in from our man Pistol. We could all learn a thing or two from this cat.

From: Pistol Pete
Subject: serious cyclists
I saw some serious cyclists today. They were serious. They might have been from Boulder. Or maybe their butts hurt. They sure were serious.

Me? I had a great day. Day off. I woke up late, kinda, and jumped onna Eastern Sierra bus. I was slightly hung. Mammoth “395” sage flavored ale last night to commemorate bein’ back from another ten days on the Hill. They dropped us off at the highway so we could pull the hill(me an’ El Coyotero)and we soaked at the Hot Ditch.

Then I rode into Bishop, got a spinach, artichoke and feta cheese croissant, talked to a pretty girl and scored a brand new fly fishing reel at the Bargain House for 50 cents. After that I got a chicken breast and a half liter of chocolate milk at Josephs Market and rode out to the river. We went swimming with the Artesians and talked to some old naked girls who were cute a long time ago. I showed’m my root, they seemed mildly interested. Maybe they were just being polite.

On my way back to town I saw an older Toyota PU with Oregon plates. From that point on all I could sing (out loud, full voice, natch) was “Pride of Cucamonga” from the Dead. Everyone I passed was smiling at me. In town again I got a locally brewed cup o’ joe an’ a big ol’ cookie. Sittin’ on the porch, sippin’ an’ munchin’, I noticed I had a flat on the rear. Pop the nuts with Jethro an’ I’ve got one piece of glass, two little pieces of cable type wire, three biggish chunks of unidentified metal shavings and four or five goathead spikes(heads gone)in the tire. I pull the tube and only have one puncture! Properly installed Tuffys are worth the weight penalty, for me at least.

I got all my shit layin’ out an’ Mr.Serotta pilot stops to see if I’m cool. People here are nice. We talk hotrod bikes (his) and humble bikes (mine) My tire’s fixed, my cookie an’ coffee’r gone an’ it’s time to roll. Hit National Chain grocery store, buy frozen pizza an’ two big ol’ Double Barrel ales an’ just in time jump onna last bus back down valley. Talk fishin’ an’ hikin’ with the driver for the hour ride, drop off, ride back to camp an’ give Thanks an’ Praises…I’m off tomorrow too!
Pistol out!

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