I got a wrong number call the other day. On my voice mail. Why do wrong number callers leave messages? Do they not listen? I wish I'd have written it down verbatim, but I didn't. The guy leaving me the message was from a creditor of sorts. He told me that he had located his customer's car and that it needed to be picked up asap. Even gave me the zip code and the exact street address. In Los Angeles. Sheesh. He never did tell me what the car was. I wonder if it was a 1964 Malibu?

On a completely unrelated note, Redline is starting to sell out of 2007/8 season cross bikes. Holler if you want one of the last ones.

The Tuesday ride is on! The tv weatherguy says that Tues is our best day of the week, too. We've got our fingers crossed that something in the Marshall Mesa area will be good to go. I'm waiting to hear back on some recon reports of the area right now. How about a singlespeed dirt Morgul-Bismark if it's dry. Followed, of course, by beers at the Southern Sun. Or we could ride up Red Gulch (ouch).