limonene

Another late night.

But we won't get into that.
Just clinched the bike for my joke tri, so it's all set. Got the hot pink shag fur, got the cruiser, now all I need is streamers for the handlebars, clicky things for the spokes, and a football helmet. Oh, and a tu-tu.

I think we'll be premiering this shitely fantastic ensemble at a sprint tri up in Oxnard in March. I mean, Oxnard, of all places, seams like the perfect place.

'S funny, really. All it took to get a bike was to yell across a room fulla drunk grad student-folk who misheard my question for an affirmation and madly applaused me. Shit, I shoulda rode this tri bike through that crowd, had a beer, backflipped, and went home.

Which is where I'm up and off to.