Brantley Returns...

Disoriented, wild-eyed and stinking of cheap gin, an unshaven Brantley careened into work today after a whirlwind sojourn to the Mile High City (see Last Week's Entries). After the requisite "Where am I?", "Who are you?" and "Who the heck used my rhubarb ointment?!", we pulled up chairs and listened to Brantley recount his Rocky Mountain adventure. Three hours into his animated tale-spinning that included avalanches, gold rushes, Alex English sightings and bare knuckle brawls with abominable snow folk, Brantley curled up under his cubicle desk and drifted to sleep with the distant, contented look that befits only the craziest and most senile of bicycle industry veterans.

A visibly unstable Brantley demands to be photographed with his good friend, The Easter Bunny: