We Were Somewhere Cool Last Weekend

But, damn that Rainbow Brite Forgetting Wand...I can't remember where.

It was the apotheosis of mountain biking. There will never be anything eclipsing the ride last Saturday. For one sweet, sweet morning, our lives were wholly complete, souls' wishes fulfilled, our proverbial cup did indeed runneth over.

Now, here I am back in the dreary mundane world of the rest of my existence. Cursing the Fates that so cruelly do mock me. I was treated to a vision and a brief visit to the Shangri-La of mountain biking. No experience will ever again transcend it.

AND I CAN'T REMEMBER WHERE THE HELL WE WERE!!!!

damn you, donnie.

There is no point. All future mountain bike rides will be hollow shams of uselessness.

I'm going to go burn the tires off my bikes.