It’s on. As my bro would say, “It’s on like King Kong, smokin’ on a water bong, talking on a cell phone, playin Donkey Kong”. The air is slightly cool, since it is basically the middle of the night as far as I’m concerned. S’quatch and I are hooking up with the crew on the Fern trail, then hitting Tom Brown Park, Cadillac, Pedrick Greenway, and hopefully Miccosukee, then back home. It is shaping up to be my first 30+ (offroad + connector miles) since May. The plan is to go until everyone else cries uncle and falls away, leaving the two lumbering Clydesdales clip-clopping alone under the noonday sun.
The morning devotional? Bad Religion, Public Enemy, Cherry Poppin’ Daddies, Dropkick Murphy’s.
The fuel? Black beans and brown rice.
Pass the turpentine baby, Daddy’s thirsty.