cyclists riding bikes

So, my two friends are en route to San Francisco, Ca on their bicycles.

They left two days ago, and the first day they went 65 miles and the next (today) they rode a hard 85 miles.

Here's Matt, tired, but not too tired to eat a weenie.

And here is Jordan, loaded to capacity with everything he thinks he needed.

I feel like a proud mother hen when her little chickies finally leave home. I also feel a little bit empty inside because all I've done for the past two days is lay in my yard and get sunburnt.

When the people around me make these great accomplishments, it makes me wonder what the FUCK am I doing with my life other than becoming a professional beer chugger and going to school. The days creep by and the nights are fun, but when can I tell someone I rode my bike down Hwy. 1 from the Redwoods to San Francisco?

Maybe next year...