$3333.50/ There is nothing magical about a selfish goat.

Dan Carmody, a fellow bike-and-builder and friend at Carnegie Mellon, has shamelessly plugged my website on his, so to pay him back, I am doing the same:
http://www.carmodyfamily.com/bnb/index.htm
His is actually much better than mine because it focuses on issues of low income housing instead of mello yellow. It also consists of more than one page, which I am not skilled enough to create.

Today, I fulfilled one of the suggestion/requirements put before us by our bike and build leaders which is to bike in the rain. It initially can only be described as “wildly unpleasant.” This seems pretty logical since plenty of people would see it pouring outside and not think “gee, what a great day for a ride.” Case in point: Steve Vito, big time wuss-out. I hope he reads this.
So really though it wasn’t that bad, and for what amount of misery it is you really make up for it in getting really dirty and just basically looking hardcore. Essentially break even. I saw two other riders and we gave each other the silent nods of “You’re hardcore and awesome” “No, you’re hardcore and awesome.”

A brief summary of the climax of the ride: I somehow got off a paved road and was wandering around in the backwoods of Christiansburg. It wasn’t really a gravel road persay, more like “not incredibly paved.” So climbed up a huge hill on this “not incredibly paved” road where it forks at the top (see left) . Of course I veered off the initial route to follow this one.
And yes, a pen fun of ponies--arguably one of the more cuter things that could have possibly come out of biking down Unicorn Ln. I am convinced that the white one is a baby unicorn (considering the road name and difficulty in arriving in such a place). I am therefore determined to befriend it, so it will grant me a wish. One of the goats is a serious glutton, but by several methods I am able to get the pony/baby unicorn some of the grass. I pedal away from the baby unicorn, satisfied that I will probably have a wish granted within the week and am generally in love with the world.
“Hello, flowers. Hello, trees. Hello, un-fenced dog…”
Ok, in hindsight, not that big of a dog. And I retold this to my roommate ,and they noted that I could have probably just kicked the dog in the face. But really-still, it was scary.
It chased me uphill so I couldn’t get going that fast enough, and it was biting at my feet. I have never pedaled so hard. It finally gave up, and once I reached far enough away I nearly doubled over and threw up. It was really fun adventure… cough.
Anyway, that summary was far from brief, but obviously necessary.

Thanks to:

Bryan Wuest--for creating and then infiltrating to put up the delightful banner. The picture taken on the Minneapolis Greenway on our way to drink excess amounts of chai.

Memaw and Grandpa!! Sponsors of the year, by far. Thanks!!!!

Kelly Waters, fellow wpolo teammate and s’more eater.