The Streets of Your Town
After yesterday's posts, I thought I'd put up some of the redeeming qualities of this...place.
Here's where I drink coffee. Cabin Fever. The girls there usually know what I want. (No, I'm not being sexist. No guys work there. And the girls that do are in high school. But they're nice, nonetheless, even if their taste in music is questionable.)

Here are some of the roads I ride on. Flat is where it's at, they say in these parts. Because it's so flat the only real physical challenge is the ever-present wind. So I have an 11-23 on my race wheels. Which reminds me, I should spend more time in the big ring.


Here's the little guitar store in town. They have a few really nice ones--real Tele's and Strat's, not just the cheap knock-offs. And a nice selection of Martin and Alvarez acoustics. But one thing always makes me cringe--they put these ugly colored guitars in the window all the time.