It’s been a wee bit hectic around El Rancho Pendejo since last we chatted.
Le Tour started, and Le Tourists promptly started crashing right the hell out of it.
The mom-in-law popped round from Tennessee.
Deadlines for Adventure Cyclist and Bicycle Retailer arrived and departed, bearing full payloads of merde.
And poor Mister Boo surrendered 10 teeth to the doggie dentist. He is taking his nourishment in gruel form for the next two weeks and I fear for his digestive tract. Also, our brick floors.
But now, the good news: The Old Guys Who Get Fat In Winter jersey shop should be up and running sometime next week at Voler.
Once I get the green light, I’ll announce it here and add a permanent link to the online store at upper right, in the sidebar. Then I’ll just lean back in this titanium-and-carbon La-Z-Boy with a flagon of 2003 Domaine de la Romanèe Conti in one hand and a snifter of cocaine in the other and wait for the money to start rolling in. I’ve already ordered up a sixpack of courtesans, and they ain’t in business for laughs, y’know.