There's nothing like being with old friends. Today I felt like I was in the late 1980's so I wheeled out the Serotta complete with tubulars jacked to 170psi and Super Record friction shifting. 4 hours later I feel a little "buzzy" but all in all fine. And why not? When most people think of Columbus Day they think of an Italian with a bunch of ships. When I think of Columbus Day I think of streets filled with hand brazed frames under people who appreciate a good ride.

After stopping at TBS-West to get the low-down on Jefe's Carpet Fiber project I looped northwest of Cross Plains with intentions of hitting Lodi. I didn't go quite that far north but I did play on some quality hills.

Time for that ice water I mentioned yesterday and then I'll join the cats on the living room floor.