...milk was a bad choice

so, quickly to the point...i just got back off the bike. it is officially the first time i've been on it[SCOTT] in the last 8 days or so. now, i did say officially because i did challenge a few ninos down in panama to a bike race. they did not really speak english, so i jibbered to them that i wanted to race, and they all laughed at me, as they handed me the smallest bike out there. it was basically a baby BMX bike with old school 10-speed gearing, an 1702 derailleur on the back, with some really wierd handle bars. half way through my massive sprint wind up, my foot flew off the pedal, and the pedal pealed the skin on my shin like grandma would peel an apple...YUCK, right. anyways...i lost, and my wife let me know that i stink. i'm the only cyclist out there with a -6 ego rating. no wonder i cannot win a race, well there's that and the fact that i have missed some odd 9 races this year. go figure. okay, so i have so much to say and show from my time in panama. i'll spit it out day by day as to not bore you and force you to come back to see more///2 fold plan, i like to call operation panama. wow, that was in no way original. I did a little dancing with this rooster. man, he's some dancer. Also the Panamanians are great soccer players, so they planned all any free second they had. so i got to watch real football action...not that junk we do over here in the states. notice the kid down on the left side of the photo. to the best of my memory, he got kicked in the head. And, lastly, it's Andrew...just being Andrew. more about him to come.