Christopher Jones: Jonez World

Previously I had mocked Bike World News and their slogan, “ALL THE NEWS THAT  SPRINTS, WE FIT” by stating that, “maybe they don’t know that I don’t exactly sprint.”  Apparently I can sprint… well I had a 50/50 chance of winning.

Our visit to America’s 50th state was the perfect way to unwind after a busy first half of the season.  #1 and I enjoyed the S,S,S,S, & S (50 pts to the person who guesses what all of those mean).  Our travel was a little rough on the way home, but our airline took care of us and we now have free airfare for another trip.  Often people come home sunburned and broke, we came home farmer tanned but with another vacay!

I have now spent over 15 days at home in The Endurance Capital of the World, which is my longest streak since the season started.  It has been entertaining riding with all of my local boys and hearing their stories.  The local world championships, which we have three times a week not annually, have been fast and furious.  I still have 10 more days at home too!

We had a family reunion of sorts to celebrate my mom’s 50th last weekend.  It is was a rare occurrence for all 25 of us to get together in one location and made for some memories.  We had some serious dude time on the golf course Sunday.  I haven’t played 18 in years and man did it show!  I teed off on #1 and next thing I knew I was somehow putting on the 10th green.  Whoops.

#1 suprised me with tickets to the Hangtown Motocross for this weekend.  I haven’t been to watch a race since I broke my back about 10 years ago, so am stoked to see the guys rip it up.

It’s rolling round the bend… The next series of races is only 10 days away and contains two of my favorite races of the season, Philly and Tour de Beauce.  I had a couple of near misses at these races last year and plan on turning those into W’s this time around.

And I ain’t seen the sunshine since I don’t know when,

I’m stuck in Folsom prison, and time keeps draggin’ on

But that train keeps on rollin’ on down to San Antone..

I cruised past Folsom and have had this song stuck in my head all day… until that stupid Maria Carey song, Dreamlover, came on the radio a minute ago, now all I hear is her screeching.

S,S,S,S, & S = Surf, Sun, Sand, Snorkling, & Sangria