The Thing to Do

 It wasn't bad at all, until i sat down to visit with Dale for a while at the Velo, and even then, it wasn't until "a while" became something a little longer. That's when the cold started seeping in. That's when I knew it was time to draw closed this weeks' solitary ride that had started a couple hours earlier. That was later, of course, and before that, up in Homer Simpson's clouds, everything was fine. I tell ya, and i've been saying it for some ten years or so now, this has been the worst mileage year i've had since i was like five years of age. If only i had never admitted that my racing days were done - something about that admission just seems to set in a decay of the dedication you once had, the drive to pack in the miles each week, foregoing all kinds of other social events in favor of time in the saddle.

In some ways, i suppose, this makes the rarified days of spinning around all the sweeter.

"I'm up in Homer Simpson's clouds (there i am)

Homer Simpson's clouds (there i go)

And i'm not coming down anytime soon up in Homer Simpson's clouds..."

(Freund)

spotting RM riding up the road confirmed that heading into the great Out There to check out the water situation in the wake of a storm or two, is the thing to do.