I LOVE MY BUDDY BIGUN SO MUCH I NAMED A BOWEL MOVEMENT AFTER HIM.

And if you can't appreciate that sentiment, you haven't raced in a while. That or you think Flash Point is a software company. My race season opened Saturday last with a leisurely 25K jaunt along the trails. They happened to be ski hill trails, which might explain why my quads are in a raucous state of revolt, but the run was a rite of spring and absolutely revitalizing. Wildflower approaches, let the taper and packing begin. I, of course would love to be packing my FP 60's, but alas, I am cc challenged, riding the stunted 650 variety while my tri hubby, being the full on stud that he is, rides 700's. He took the FP's on their maiden voyage last night and returned fully conflicted. Does he tell his wife about the absolute sweetness of his ride? Does he confide in their sensational road dampening ability? A smile is worth a thousand words, and that kind of currency absolutely dissuades me from a grudge. Although my birthday is coming, so there might be some pay back yet. The weather is perfect, Wednesday night club rides have begun and life is good.