Hat-trick

That would be three mountain bike rides on perfect fall days, three sundays in a row with Derf. We hit Hamilton Creek to get a ride in before the rain, and what a great time we had.

The wife had promised some home made-fresh out of the oven- pumpkin bread cookies with white chocolate chips when we got to my house, so we made a decision.

We finished off by stopping at a gas station for some beers to enjoy post. This guy (who looked a whole lot like Rodney Dangerfield) walked up in line behind us, set down a 40 of Bud Lite, burped, and said, "...at least I didn't get any on my shirt."

Yet another perfect sunday.