I got out of the house last night and needed to go no further than my neighborhood to see Marc Hirsh, Forrest, and Mark Baldwin.  I’m starting to realize how lucky I am to be surrounded by so many great people who tolerate all my quirks and inconsistencies.

Molly dropped by to see me for coffee today, which made my morning. She also dropped off a bunch of cycling (and zombie) movies. Aimee and Robb came by for a visit tonight and we chatted for an hour. Again, great people.

From there, they dropped me off (around the corner) at Fellini’s, where I met Jono, David and Artur Sagat, Mike Harris and Matt from Atlanta Cycling. I’ve known the Sagat’s since they were barely teenagers tearing up the junior divisions. Obviously, Mike and Jono and I go back years. It’s like we grew up together here. We talked about all the great times we’ve shared riding, all the shared experiences from some very memorably GAP and 24 hour races, and all the people we’ve known and where they’ve gone. We’re laughing like idiots and they’re watching me practice my “crutch stand” techniques.

Ed Moredith was actually in town and seated at the table next to us! And Mike Kotzen came walking by with his dogs.

I have all the best people right here at the streetcorner, and I don’t often think I appreciate enough. Got Eddie O a phone call away. On top of that, I have Blaine and Scott constantly calling to see how I’m doing (and make fun of me.). I don’t think I could be any luckier than I am now.