Florida boys travel upstream for Spring Break '08 and once again, no one knows where Ian is...

Since, well it was supposed to be around 3 pm, but then it was more like 4:30, probably, but then actually wound up being after 6 on Friday that the first installment of the Guys from Flawda came up for Spring Break '08. Originally known only as "The Monosyllables" Dan and Joe are actually two great, personality-full, young men with secret talents ranging from stylish bicycle riding to steller beer-pong abilities to suave Jack Johnson impersonations.  Two days later, another couple of Flawidians came up: Ian "No, Stop! Please but that down!" Knabe and (the future) Dr. Ryan Fisher, Ph.D.  Since then, the house has been full of Mortal Kombat tournaments, rediculously non-sensical conversations, basement hockey, and other random mini-adventures.  

An example of the latter is the dare that Mike imposed on and took up by himself: the eating of 10 Festino's frozen pizzas. Ingles was having a deal--ten pizzas for $10, so Mikey figured he could prove his manhood and thrifty grocery shopping skills by eating 10 in one sitting. Too bad he pussed out after 6 1/2 or something, though. In the words of Brent Brookwalter, "You're so weak you disgust me."

Besides that, the Caravan of Disaster, otherwise know as Joe's Pathfinder has taken the group of hardcores (i.e. the Florida boys plus some random girl from Ohio) has taken Joe, Dan, Ian, Dr. Fisher, Mike and me on some very Pisgahwesome mountain bike rides. The weather has been pseudo-spring/Florida style, so the riding has been exceptionally nice--and this week by far makes up for last week's five days straight of road riding.

To explain myself about that last comment, I just got this bling-bling road bike from C.S.M from Ski Country: "Seven Bills" as the Flawda boys say for this titanium wonder with a darn-good build (or Gruppo, as the snob-ass roadies say).  Ever since first laying eyes on Timmy-from-Flagstaff's Rigor Mootis with the dented top-tube, my ultimate final fantasy four has been to own a Ti bike. Titanium is an obscure element that is found only in bicycles and robots, and its exceptionally great for the former because 1) its uber-lightweight and feels oh-so-good 2) it can be melted down into a wedding ring whenever the time comes, and 3) as Art Shuster says, "You could leave it in the bed of your truck and piss on it for a year and it'd still be rideable." In conclusion, this bike is a dreamboat. But enough of this Ode to My Bike...I was terrified that I might be turning into a roadie, so this week of amazing mountain bike rides in the Pisgah area with the Flawda boys has been reassuringly amazing. 

And tomorrow we're traveling back to their Native Panhandle for SERC #1 and the Tour of Gainesville. I have four goals, of which I'm hoping to fulfill at least three: Punch a gator, podium at the SERC, play shuffle-board with a retiree, and drink mojitos on the beach.  I also want to play kickball and watch Mike eat another 6 1/2 frozen pizzas. 

That's all. Now get back to doing something worthwhile, you loser.

Cheers,

Kylie