B Team in effect

Look out people. We're rollin' into yer neck o' the woods in a black, windowless Dodge van. A "party on wheels", if you will. Only the elite chosen (like, um, 12 of us as of last night?) can claim themselves part of the B Team crew. Holla. We need some shirts. Who's down for silkscreen duty?

We took up some unsuccessful bike shopping yesterday too. I should never have sold my darling Bianchi in the first place. Here's my hand. Now smack it really hard.