Four 'n Forty

 It took me a moment to remember the old nursery rhyme is four 'n twenty, not four 'n forty "blackbirds baked in a pie". So, with that tie-in for this post out, I had to fall back on Paranoid:

"All day long I think of things but nothing seems to satisfy

Think I'll lose my mind if I don't find something to pacify

Can you help me, occupy my brain?

Oh yeah..."

(Butler, Osbourne, Iommi, Ward)

Anyone who has been around cycling, or cyclists, for a certain period of times comes to know that the action of turning the cranks, whether on dirt or pavement, is the one thing in a world that is often quite nutso, that keeps us sane. So, forty miles was enough, again, to do the trick. 

Rio Hondo

San Gabriel River Trail

Chalan Rest Stop