Shane and I woke up at 7 this morning to go for a bike ride and a coffee. Felt like a kid again, a kid that likes chai lattes and extra foamed milk.
Imagine how rad a bike gang would be?! Shane’s cousins in CT literally have a gang that meet every Sunday morning and ride down to the Biscuit Mill for coffee and chats. Must be so rad to see them coming down the road. I think I would move to Cape Town just to be part of that noise. If we had to start one here though, I reckon we should be quite hard core, make cars go around us on the road, scowl at people with their friendly dogs, maybe spit every now and then, do wheelies, you know bad ass stuff like that, like bad ass people do.
Well anyway, sorry about the no post on Friday, my blogs was acting up like a 3 year old in a library, true story.