Check out this shit happening two miles from my house. This is seriously cool, Jack White would approve. A hundred bucks? I want one. I want three. Placeholder for Koerner, Ray and Glover download here. Yes Soup Hunter, I think it's a synonym for hobo. I had some delicious fish soup tonight thank you baby.
Forestville Mystery Cave South of Rochester State Park Weekend. Here returning from visiting with horses over the fence at a local farm a bit past Forestville. Kathleen rode solo morning early and snuggled the horses at the fence. Later afternoon fatbike served us well as on a dare I rode a block of rough between the cornfield and the unmowed space before the barbwire to heave carrots at the three horses far back in the pasture, turn around and ride and call to encourage them to come back to the road fence. Worked.
Above, first shot of the day from bed. Mara far side of table, garbage bag near side of table. Branch touching Kathleen's brain for some reason.
This is a Pioneer RT 707 (7 inch) reel to reel tape deck that plays and records. I grabbed a box full of tapes and this deck from the curb in G's hood this afternoon, sorry you're rich man. Powers and runs the tape. Looking forward to hooking it up to the stereo. Excellent audio apparently. Thank you internet-less people. It looks so fucking awesome I might just keep it. Lou Reed New York is one of the newest tapes.
Powderhorn 24 2014 officially ended at 7 this evening but Kathleen collected our last punches a few hours before. She could have kept going she said but was getting bored. I was done though, hot and humid has always been my nemesis and despite best hydration efforts I was not getting back on the bike at that point.
The stop and go intersection navigation, alleys and potholes course is not Kathleen's cup of tea but I like it just fine. Night riding ditto. She rode 5 (counting the required warm up) hair-under 5-mile laps into the darkness last night where I picked it up and rode 6 before calling it a night - I mean seriously, there are no intentions to actually ride for 24 hours. The team-HUB tattoos and SIDIs hammerheads probably pulled it off but for an individual to ride during each of the 24 hours would be an amazing accomplishment.
Kathleen was at it again before the sun this morning and rode for hours before I stepped back in for another 7 laps (counting my voided and deserved dunce lap - doh) - through the heat of the day before tagging-off with the waiting woman and limping home cramping and light headed. In the end I rode 12+1 laps for ~65 miles and Kathleen rode 18+1 for ~95. My body is going to stop hurting long before my ego is.