
After a relaxing handyman Saturday complete with more scary over night storms, the Kanza boys, Big Head Jeff, and I rolled out for a nice gravel and hill grinder Sunday complete with horrid head and cross winds. Perfect taste of what's to come for the Kanza boys,
Fixie 8-ball and Emu gRant. Not only were gravel, wind, and hills on the menu, but we even had a loose, running scared cow on a fast descent, a chicken, some ginny, a squirrel, and several dogs.

Fixie 8-ball and I were wondering why we didn't have the legs we had today last Saturday and Emu gRant was wondering where his legs are hiding. If anyone runs across them please call, the lady in the SUV up Leatherneck is worried about them and a bit smitten with that guy off the front (or so I'm told). Big Head Jeff (so named for his rather recently enlarged mellon pulling him downhill faster than a speeding PTJ), started off fearing he was in for a long, lonely, solo off the back painfest but ended up wheel to wheel with me in the final parking lot sprint. I owe him a lot too for that wonderful tailwind pull he offered the final few miles (after sucking my wheel all day into the wind). OK, I'm only teasing, he sucked Fixie 8-ball's wheel a lot too.
Anyone wanting to get Fixie 8-ball a cool gift, he's partial to wind blown grass, so a planter of grass and a hand fan would pull a nice smile on the kid's face.