i don't do it for the fame.

i do it for the money.

obviously.

it was "see, and be seen!" week here at the (dis)pencer.com.

i stopped by the one on one bicycles studio and bakery after work on friday night. there was a big crowd there, apperently to see timmer giving hed... demos.

hed. demos. (i bet he was wondering how long until somebody made that joke).

neat stuff.
there was/is a sweet 1950's masi track bike pimped out with some hed wheels there...
and me without my camera!
i'll have to get back there. (even though i like to only pop in once a month or so, just to keep the suspense high).

this morning i had to get up extra early to have the time to make it over to the all-you-could-eat pancake breakfast hosted by the women's prison book project. an annual tradition.
...probably should have told ray and those goofy hc dudes about it. i think they'd appreciate some flapjacks during a ride. plus from the photos they were in the neighborhood.
like bloodhounds.

anyways, had to keep a schedule and kept it to a minimum - only 2 vegan cakes and 2 cup of coffee. pretty easy for an all-u-can-eat.

fox9 was there. i think my face-for-radio is on tv somewhere. eating.

then i was off to moose and sadie's to meet up with the lgr saturday morning crew for some westery miles.
popped into the caribou in wayzata for some coffee and warmth, saw some lsc hosers, then back on the road. further west.

came across a fragmented wah ride; cleary, wah, and super* i could recognize... there were more.
they waved. pmax cheered. (reports say he may have been delirious. i think thats just pmax).

we tooled around a bit, hit the 'bou again, and bee-lined for home.
i was wrecked. ...but not wrecked enough to keep me from walking the dog down to the coffeeshop. (that's 4 now for those keeping track).

daytona is tomorrow. jr wants it... but who's got the pole?
goddamn right.

i'll be home from the ride in time to catch the last 50-60 laps.

i bet the hanna/strats homestead is closer than ever now that jr. is in the 88.