…only in santa cruz would the occasion arise for one to negotiate a Wiccan portal to an alternate time/space continuum while on his morning ride…

…o faeries and wood nymphs, know that nary a twig was molest’d upon entering your domain, lest you had done wick’d folly to my re-built wheels on this, their first ride (i would have used christening ride here, but ya’ll are a bunch of Goddess-oriented neopagan ‘CRAFT practicing spirit-beings). anyway, i’m loving these now, more than ever! JEREMY swears by his, and i concur. a thank you to FELLOW TROOPER, JASON for making certain all was good after the asshole riding second wheel in a race two weekends back did EVIL to them. thanks for looking out, jason!