Our first attempt to ride together was thwarted by bitter cold and abject Californian Weather Weenieness (Read: JoLynn's report here), but this Sunday JoLynn and hit the road.
Well, some of us literally...
Come on JoLynn, you had to know this would be a highlight. I am teh B*tch after all (*sniff* missing teh G)
This was the maiden voyage for JoLynn's new clipless pedals (still have no idea why they call them clipless pedals when you "clip" in. Whatever) They say three falls makes a rider and JoLynn got one of them out of the way on Sunday, when we stopped to take a picture.
I am not sure she gets credit for the fall. 1. There was no blood and 2. She looks too fucking cute. There should at least be some embarrassing "Oh shit!" face that I can mock her for. So you be the judge. Does she have 2 more falls or 3 until she is a rider? We will ignore the fact that after only 3 months of riding she is already faster than me. (Pfft. Big whoop-ty doo! Old men with dogs riding in their bike's front basket are faster than me. I wouldn't go bragging girlie!) Either way I will makes sure I have my camera with me.
It was a beautiful ride and we had a great time. We even got to swing through her
hood and meet the fam fam.
Mr. JoLynn is just a cool as one would expect, and if I may be so bold, is quite the little hottie. The world's most photographed trail dog, Boomer, was there and it was fantastic to see his smiling face again.
Boomer, trail dog extraordinaire.
Yes, JoLynn, I stole your picture and then cropped you out of it. I agree, that is pretty fucked up.
I got the meet her cats and was greeted, in true cat style, with the "what they fuck are you doing in our house harshing our mellow" look. Gotta love cats.
All in all a great ride!
Thank you, chickie! I needed that.