This past Monday I did what I assume every self-respecting, self-employed person does when faced with a new work week – duck out early and go for a road ride. I was joined by my friend Jenny, who is currently training for a triathlon (stupid sprinters). Jenny is also self-employed, although judging by the quality and quantity of work coming out of her design firm these days I think it’s safe to say that she’s a bit more earnest in her endeavors (we all have our faults). Anyway we wrap up our fairly respectable thirty mile ride around 5pm. Like all good athletes in training we wish to replenish the nutrients our bodies used during the ride, so we point our bikes toward Illegal Pete’s in search of recovery beer & tortilla chips. Mmm, recovery beer.
Arriving at Illegal Pete’s we lock down our bikes and stake claim to a table on the patio bordering