this will not be the last post concerning you know who.

this is him on a bike, not wearing a shirt. his name is milkshake. his real name is zach valdez.

the du cycling team has two honorary members, evan sandstrom and zach 'milkshake' valdez. evan is quite aware that the du cyclists hold him in high regard, like the boy and the mice in that movie the 'the rescuers down under'. ps. does anyone remember that lizard in the movie that was really creepy and ate all the eggs. i hated that disney character. a lot. anyways, milkshake is not aware that the du cyclists discuss his existence pretty much on a daily basis, and even have created a facebook page as a shrine to his greatness or utter lack there of. if you have a facebook page dont be shy, just search "tha milkshake" and press the 'add to friends button', amy, corey, and i will make sure that you dont regret it.

in other news, eric, harry, and myself left on a ride today, with the intention to ride approximately eighty miles up deer creek, high grade, grapevine, and the backside of lookout. as we took the bike path to chatfield, the sky above the mountains was mildly omnious, but we pressed on giving no thought to it. eric moore took a killer pull up deer creek and partly up high grade, asserting his place on the nationals team. however, as we neared the end of the high grade climb, the infrequent drops of rain that had been placing themselves on the shades became increasingly frequent. the rain stated to fall, the road started to get wet, my hands started to get cold, and my castor oiled legs were covered in liquid grime. we were all dressed for yesterday, eighty degrees and sunny. as it became increasingly miserable and cold, i fell behind in a descent, acquiescing to the weather. my feet were drowing in rainwater, and i said to eric and harry that i thought we should probably find a place to wait out the storm. we ended up in evergreen, in a small restaurant specializing in prepared lunches and catering. after deciding that we wouldnt be able to make it back without sacrificially killing someone in order to craft two waterproof ponchos out of their skin, we called a few people. amy secor, milkshake photographer extraordinaire, was nice enough to make the long drive to pick us up. thanks again amy.