Six more days and whatever happens we can scratch January 10 off the calendar. Getting ready for an all day gently rolling eco-tour is harder than it seems. I enjoy having an event looming that conveniently gourges itself on free thoughts, free energy, free time. Just feed it and it stays happy.
Too bad this isn’t a blog about mountain bikes. If it was I could really go into some detail. I feel I could sleep on that bike and manage to navigate Munson hills at this point. Once this ride is over I am going to have to go shopping for a life.
I’m looking for something in revolutionary brown with a nice flared collar and no inseam, like a pair of Wranglers- but hopefully with plenty of room to wear a cup.
Until then I am charging neighborhood kids a dollar a swing to break two-x-fours over my legs. It keeps us all out of trouble.