Yeah for rain

As you may have guessed, it was raining today. Not bad, but a definite mist. However, it is kind of hard to be discouraged when you are on a new
rig. So, I shoved off. I was discriminatory about the wind however, and made sure I followed the path of least resistance. I had a chilled out ride, with a few sets of spin ups and called it good. I got home, showered and ate, and barely made it to work.

On New Years day, K and I slept in a bit (until 9), after our super late night (~12:03) and made biscuits and gravy from scratch...you know, there is really no reason to ever eat b&g any other way. Mom, you better be ready next time we come to town. So, I rolled up to the shop to help out with some fine-tuning of our inventory closeout (no, Walt's is not closing, we just have to count stuff every so often)and then met up with K and some of her co-workers for a bike ride. We cruised down the Katy trail to McBain, and then K and I took some gravel home while the others headed back on the MKT. Krista has not been out for a ride over 1.5 hours in a while, but she trudged on like a soldier. It is amazing, when you are a bike racer, you hardly think about the little important things that make a huge difference. Take eating on the bike for example, K had no problem determining when to eat...she would yell at me to stop, and then pound a luna bar. Oddly enough, her body told her to eat nearly every hour. Physiology is great isn't it?

So, New Years Eve, we had some really bitchin' Chinese at one of my buddy's restaurant. Ryan "Q" Quian moved to Rolla his freshman year of high school. He spoke very little English, so we made sure he knew the basics. After several confrontations with various teachers and school administration, Q quit taking our advice on word choice, and took up wrestling. Oddly enough, Q always had a plethora of Chinese appetizers in his travel bag when we were off to a meet. Egg rolls and crab rangoon quickly became the fuel of choice for the Rolla Wrestling Team (picture possibly on the way). So, to make a long story short, if you click on this you will get a good idea of what others think of this fabulous restaurant. After our dinner, we grabbed a drink with a few of K's friends, then came home to watch Meet the Fockers. We were both ready for bed, but we managed to stay up just long enough to hear the "First Night" festivities nearly catch the downtown on fire. I love fireworks, but I have decided that from now on, fireworks after 9:30 should be outlawed.