People keep stealing my thunder.
Scotty B rode some decrepit single speed road bike from Tallahassee to Miami. It took him a long time- like two days at least. He rode right through my hometown, taking pictures of MY lake and MY citrus stand. It galls me to no end. One of these days I’m going to lube my chain, fill my pockets with cheese and toilet paper and hit the road. Don’t expect a lot of blog fanfare and blog warning. For this ride I will be stealth. When the time comes to cut loose the moorings and truly go adrift on the surface of the earth, I will slip away with the tide in the night.
Nice ride bubba.