This is what I'm reduced to. Michael was good enough to join me on a mission to mission ride in da hood of South San Antonio last night. I have no idea what the mileage was, but we were on skinny tires (me on the old Panasonic, M on his X-check)he was running gears (sorta) while I was sporting 42x16 on some tiny 700x23's... I really need to get some 28 or 30's on there to make the ride more fun.... that or get an x-check of my own.
While not exactly an exciting ride, we did spy loads of "natives" enjoying the filthy waters edge of the San Antonio river, also at least 3-4 packs of ferrel dogs running wild in the streets. Next time I'll bring the camera!
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ah. i see why a trip to mexico may not appeal to you!
Erin,
No need to visit, just drive down the street and viola...
you're lucky. i'm three-quarters mexican, you know!
E,
Enserio? If so I had no idea. You know I grew up (at least my first 8 years) in South America.... it was nothing like this.
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