I’ve never posted a photo of myself on this blog. But I think it’s time to lift the veil of secrecy and expose myself.
Here I am sloshing back to the blog after a couple of months of lolly-gagging:
I know. You’re saying, “Wow, you look a lot like Gen. MacArthur returning to the Phillipines in 1944.”
That’s, OK. I get mistaken for Gen. MacArthur all the time.
Wow, there is so much to catch up on, I don’t know where to start.
Town sure is busy, isn’t it. The Olympic Trials are here. The Oregon Back Festival just started yesterday. And now … Le Tour de Milk Crate kicks off today. It’s not possible there’s a spare hotel room anywhere in town.
I don’t know about your neighborhood, but in mine, it’s come to this:
I can’t say why I’ve been away so long. It’s not that hard to be Eugene Bicyclist. Not really. I don’t even have to go for a ride. I just go to my front yard. And this rolls by …
So what is Coachella?
(Stay tuned for coverage of Le Tour de Milk Crate coming up later …)