white clay highway

traveled the short trip down to DE to hit the trails of White Clay.

Anna's home court.

A lot of gabbing while pedaling, and catching up with our Boulder friends Anna and Chad.

Anna rode strong leading and directing the linking of loops.

Chad, Anna and George.

A little hydration.

more bs and laughs

George, stoic.

we shared a nice ride, jumped in the pool cracked a variety of beers.

and in the end gave handshakes and hugs.

I wish today was even longer.

cheers friends, david.

Train

a week of work, locations- fire, casino, train.  

the actor, acting.

just blast light, bounced into white boards, diffused close, hard hit on the arm from a mirror.

Looked real nice.

Today, crit, sips, farm fresh corn, sips, sleep.

I feel alive on  bike.

9th today.

good for me.

d.

Scruffy

Forget Batenkill.  I'm trying to talk myself into and maybe enlighten a few others on what sounds like a great race: The Hill Billy- http://www.bikereg.com/events/register.asp?eventid=9791 .  I really was impressed by the Morgantown RR  that I did, cheap, well run, fun,excellent course, and just all round good vibe. 

I just got back from Bethlehem, I was lucky to get the chance to work a couple of days up there, its close, so its usually a quick in and out of the town.   Nice old regrowth town.  Scruffy charm.

No more ghost last night.

A good night out.

went to the Bookstore speakeasy, very nice.

sat on the roof of the parking garage sipping like a hill billy from my growler looking at the night clouds.

and awoke to wide open windows and a nice breeze sending me to work with a light step.

A hotel with windows that opens wide, how nice.

Hello Trenton, to bed and to trenton tomorrow.

cheers, hill billy crossers.  D.

Friskey

I'm staying in this old hotel, and I think the ghost have a sense of humor, one sorta like mine.  Rough, mean, smart-assish, but not really supposed to be hurtful.   

I checked in early, and chewed the cuds. Hit the pavement, boring just traveling by the soles of your shoes.  Made it about 2 blocks, then sat down for a beer.  The bartender was a scruffy mutt. 

had one and sontered to my nights home.

Its an old hotel, with old elevators. I pused my floor, top floor, and some more got on and punched in.

White collards, dudes that have to travel for work.  Me and my growler moved to a polite corner.  I started thinking and bing, were at my floor, my hairs are standing on end, I'm the first one off, it skipped the other floors.   I push thur, hear some grunts and carry my brown glass full of fresh cold beer to my room. 

I think I am going to end up being a ghost.  Prying and dabblin, poking ya, just getting that last few drops of life left in the bottle.

This is Tony:

its a photo from work yesterday.

a another good day.

 cheers readers, really lift a glass.