So that’s what my bike has been saying to me lately.  Before I go any further I have to share some lingo I hear all the time at work.  With some 20-something co-workers.  Instead of “know what I mean?”  It’s “smell what I’m steppin' in?”  Instead of “goodbye”  it’s “holler atchya face”.  That info will be important later on. 

Back to bike neglect.  This music/cycling juggling act of mine has been harder than usual lately. I figured I could juggle those two things pretty well in addition to my real job and other things I’m involved in that I won’t even mention here.  Well I suck at juggling!!!   It’s cool though when both worlds collide which will happen Aug. 23.  My band is playing for the Tour de Cure charity ride for Diabetes research.  When I pitched the idea of providing post-ride entertainment to my band, they immediately said yes.  I said it again.  Slower this time. Sawyer Park.  Outside.  Aug. 23.  11am – 1pm.  We’re used to......Bar.  Inside.  Air Conditioned.  11pm – 1am.  Smell what I’m steppin' in?  

Anyhoo, we’re playing and if I can swing it (translated that means one of my fabulous band buddie/groupies will have to set up my stuff), I hope to ride a little first, get all stinky and sweaty and then join my bandmates who will eventually get stinky and sweaty with me rockin’ out for the riders as they return to Sawyer.  How awesome is that? 

But right now my bike needs some love so I'm out the door for a spin.  And if you haven’t watched Wipeout on Tues. nights yet, you need to tune in.  Not sure what that says about me if I enjoy watching other people get hurt.  The sarcastic commentary is what makes it funny.  Someone asked me if I wrote the script for that.  I take that as a compliment.      Holler atchya face.