As my mother calls it and if I really think of it I have to recognize there is always at least a relative warm up in February. I mostly remember frozen extremities after delivering the morning paper when I was young.
Ride, ride, ride. A record 59 F today. Three straight days of beautiful riding so far. Just plain sweet. And jumped back up with ease over 200lbs on the bench. It must have been those grilled cheese sandwiches I made myself. Perhaps the banana milk.
Me mum snatched back her camera and have to shoot blind with the busted one. She said I inspired her to take pictures and she wanted her camera back pronto. I suspect she's just jealous of my mad photographical skills. No pictures for today.
Don't forget Major Taylor. It's black history month you know.
Can't make the meeting tonight again. My wife has the car and the roads are still a bit treacherous, especially at night with no lights. Interesting things happening with the law. Automobilistas are now responsible if they open there door into the path of a bicyclist.
And don't forget to take the race survey. I know you're there. The little counter tells me so.
1 comment:
Hey Phil, I voted on the bike race survey but noticed you didn't have the "Bike Iditarod" as a choice. Check it out:
(http://www.alaskaultrasport.com/race_info.html)
and see if it fits the category.
Dave D.
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