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With friends like these

L-R Robbie, Jerry & SteveWho needs enemies!

As you can see by the photo to the right, it was a perfect day for a bike ride, and this is the kind of sympathy I get from a couple of my riding buddies, as I sit at home unable to ride my bike.

My only consolation is to try and rub it in to some of the less fortunate in the world, who are experiencing something less than ideal weather.

Don't you wish you were here [there]? I know I sure do.

Comments

Gerry said…
Nice picture, I'm the one in the middle. You should have seen the chicks on the other side in their skating outfits!
When will we see you again?
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Marc said…
The splint comes off tomorrow, and the pain and swelling are mostly gone, so I'll at least be there for coffee/tea on Friday.

Not sure when I'll be back on the bike though. Hopefully some time next week!

BTW, who took the picture?
Gerry said…
Roger! Was it worth all the pain?
Marc said…
I'm not sure. I'll let you know Friday!

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