Five for February 29th:
Snot factory. My immune system finally succumbed to this insane back and forth winter/summer weather after not getting so much as a sniffle since sometime in early summer 2015.
Gus’ Fried Chicken. I just plain don’t get why people get so crazy about fried chicken. Any fried chicken. It’s mediocre and makes you feel like crap. This place was no exception. I guess it’s good if you’re into this sort of thing, but how these places have lines out the door 24/7 I’ll never know. I’d rather eat a PB&J.
Getting gnarly. ...Or something like that. Sunny Sunday session at JB with the old man crew, backyard freestyle on the parking pad, morning roll, lunch sesh.
Cool stuff. Fresh edging and mulch in the front garden bed, new issue of Thrasher, bikes with Jane, Toyko flatland all day, John Oliver Finally Takes on "Serial Liar" Donald Trump and It Was Brutally Fantastic, back porch hangs with the family, Tom’s Dennis McCoy tales.
Early to rise. Was up at 4:30 this morning dealing with this cold and couldn’t get back to sleep, so I went downstairs, brewed a pot of coffee and watched Freestyling Fanatics and GTV back to back. Not too bad a start to the week, all things considered.