I just called my mom, Lala, about our Ride to the Capitol 2006. Already she is planning craziness.
I think we should wear a costume she says. I think we should not draw any more attention to ourselves than necessary I say. I have a history of falling off bikes I tell her and remind her of her similar history. She wants to get matching outfits and glue horns on our helmets so we can either be devils or unicorns or rhinoceroses.
The plan now is to ride to the capitol and then go to bars and get so drunk someone will have to come get us. So our ride will only be 25 miles. I actually like this plan better but it doesn't really jive with my plan not to punish my liver.