Moving it down and Shasta.

The Mt. Shasta ride with Gianni was kick-ass. It's my first time up it on a bike, and I want more.

135 miles, 16K of climbing, and 9 hours in the saddle.

But the ride didn't kick my ass, it was the friggen drive home.

Made it to Alamo, almost home, and the tread on one of the trailer tires gives out...at 1:30 in the morning...after 9 hours in the saddle and a 5 hour drive.

Changed tire and creped home arriving at the door at 2:30. Straight to bed. At work by 9:00, but not much here.

I am so tired that my brain can't even comprehend it's own stupidity.

Ufah!