I was glad I got to photograph Bekah and Josh in downtown. We had such a blast we did not want to stop.
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 It was a beautifully scorching 99 degree Sunday and I decided to go for a nice long bike ride. Since moving to the cities I have come accustomed to how serious the bikers, rollerbladers and runners are.  Hand signals are a must, as well as warning "passing on your left".  I have seen traffic jams of bikers for the first time in my life.  So I get out my Nike's, my rock star sunglasses and hop on my bike.  As I am cruising around on the trail enjoying the beautiful scenery bikers start whizzing by me in these flashy spandex uniforms.  "Must be a racing team or something" I think to myself.  As I continue on the path I realize I am one of the only ones without one of these sweet uniforms.  Oh my gosh! am I in the middle of a race or something?  I certainly must be, I mean everyone all ages, shapes and sizes are decked out head to toe in Lance Armstrong looking getup.  Okay if I really am in this race I start imaging what color I want my flashy spandex shirt. Pink...umm no for sure neon yellow (since it will accentuate my tan more) and orange writing that reads my sponsor Cheetos, with a picture of Chestah the Cheetah on the back of my shirt, just so everyone knows how fast I can ride ;) (but usually choose not to).
It was a beautifully scorching 99 degree Sunday and I decided to go for a nice long bike ride. Since moving to the cities I have come accustomed to how serious the bikers, rollerbladers and runners are.  Hand signals are a must, as well as warning "passing on your left".  I have seen traffic jams of bikers for the first time in my life.  So I get out my Nike's, my rock star sunglasses and hop on my bike.  As I am cruising around on the trail enjoying the beautiful scenery bikers start whizzing by me in these flashy spandex uniforms.  "Must be a racing team or something" I think to myself.  As I continue on the path I realize I am one of the only ones without one of these sweet uniforms.  Oh my gosh! am I in the middle of a race or something?  I certainly must be, I mean everyone all ages, shapes and sizes are decked out head to toe in Lance Armstrong looking getup.  Okay if I really am in this race I start imaging what color I want my flashy spandex shirt. Pink...umm no for sure neon yellow (since it will accentuate my tan more) and orange writing that reads my sponsor Cheetos, with a picture of Chestah the Cheetah on the back of my shirt, just so everyone knows how fast I can ride ;) (but usually choose not to).