Call off the search dogs.
I’m still here.
My sled-dog mushing, Iditarod-running brother came in from Alaska on Thursday for his first visit in far too many years.
Actually, he sold his dog team earlier this year, and has taken up bicycling, with plans to ride across the country. Or at least the Yukon.
Evidently, the biking bug is contagious.
Or maybe it just runs in the family.
While I had planned on updating the blog over the weekend, I found myself instead running all over LA. And collapsing in exhaustion at the end of each day.
So my apologies.
I’ll try to catch up later today, or tonight, anyway.
Meanwhile, we did manage to catch the somewhat underwhelming Expo for Sunday’s Beverly Hills Gran Fondo, where I managed to finally lift the trophy for the Giro D’Italia.
Without the inconvenience of actually having to ride the race. Or win it, for that matter.
Although the Corgi was, appropriately, in pink.
Meanwhile, I had my first chance to ride the new 7th Street bike lanes in Downtown LA Wednesday night. While I was disappointed that only a small portion of the lanes had been painted up to that point, it was nice to get a taste of the taming that is come on one of the most dangerously unruly streets I ride on a semi-regular basis.
And LADOT promises the rest should be in place the next time I ride that way.
Something else to look forward to.