Jesus Christo- lago vista

This past week was full of holy miracles! So many miracles that I cant help but feel as if I am living in a constant concussion. Perhaps these phenomenal revelations are occuring because Tiki has payed dearly for his life of sin after an angry god caused him to crash last weekend. Or maybe these daily marvels are a result of the cedar branch that now hangs in the doorway to the couples Clarksville mansion. Regardless, it is a tad early to say, but it appears that perhaps our curse is finally abating. Katiki has fully learned her lesson about unearthing Native American burial grounds in search of Wampum.

A synopsis... Tiki's body healed like the buffalo, Katiki's debut on the Women's Open race circuit was stunning, Jesus Christ, and cakes.


1. First and most importantly, Katiki's race report. Following a stunning display of girl power unseen since the Spice Girls dropped their #1 debut hit "wannabe", Katiki reeled in both a 10th and 6th place finish at this years brutally tough La Primevera- Lago Vista. Katiki, competing in a massively talented field consisting of many professional women proved that size ultimately doesn't matter. Not only was she wearing the most handsome kit in the field, but additionally she was the only superhuman engaging others into conversation. This controversial race tactic has led Katiki to the top of her sport. Typically Katiki wins races by luring her fellow competitors into dialog about the popular HBO series Sex In The City. Most often this discourse is timed perfectly causing a fellow competitor to be talking up a large climb or during a surge in the race. At the point which Katiki notices labored breathing from her "new friend" she will scream "keeeh yaa!" and attack as hard as she can. This often causes the mid sentence rider to get dropped. Unfortunately the P1/2/3 field anticipated this and everyone in the peleton wore ear plugs. Despite her tremendous efforts to distract her competition, it ultimately came down to strength, and Katiki soared like Eagle. Well done!

2. During Tiki's recovery he was injected daily with copious amounts of food. Pastas from his mother, smoothies from his lover, and sweets from his friends. Tiki developed a new addiction to raw pies and has since made his own. It tastes better than it looks. This ugly duckling pie is designed to scare away other predators so that Tiki can be glutenous all by himself.




3. As I quote directly from our previous blog entry describing the moments immediately following my bike wreck I described "A Mexican man who didn't speak English was pouring cool water on my head as I sat. It was weird, but felt amazing." I have been thinking about this man recently. He was first to arrive at the scene and I was really never able to thank him. I was extra bummed because I couldn't remember his face and I worried that I would never be able to recognize him again. To my ultimate delight, this Sunday a man walked by me and we made eye contact. I peered deep into his brown eyes and beyond his soul. Then a cosmic connection occurred. He motioned to my head and should with his wise hands. I motioned to my water bottle and acted like I was pouring it on my head. It was him! Jesus in the flesh. My savior. My father who arnt in heaven. It was so cool! Unfortunately he hadn't learned English in the past week so we still couldn't communicate verbally. Instead we embraced for a good 2 minutes. A ton of touching, hugging, and squeezing was occurring. It was very intimate. Thank you my knight in a shining lampre kit. And thank Nick Lopez Tailoring.


Here we are. New best friends for life.