Sunday was a fluke. Monday was inspired. Tuesday was a little confirmation for the laws of physics. If you can keep it rolling it picks up speed.
I headed East late in the day to try and rendevous with Joey Bushyhead. I found him. We passed each other on the Cadillac trail going opposite directions, both screaming, “Rider Up!” It was too hot for either of us to think of stopping so I charged onward, turning a big gear in a slow cadence. I put my shoulder to that turd and pushed with all six legs.
I am a man short on answers in this life, but keep the turd rolling is an easy one to remember.