
Woken up by the kids singing me morning songs and a gift of some sweet new riding gear. Breakfast of chilaquiles, warm tortillas, chorizo, coffee and oj. Church followed by a picnic. Capped off by 12 muddy miles.
Dang. The missus really knows how to pimp a dad out. It doesn’t get much better than that.
























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