Saturday, July 3, 2010

And on the sixth day he rode .......


through wooded forests
red wheels rolling
he climbed
he descended
alongside rivers
he relaxed
he conquered
he faltered
and rode glorious singletrack
he crossed bridges
and some gravel roads
in the end , all was good.....

Today Was Killer

I would have thought going out on a Sunday at one thirty-ish the afternoon when it's absolute killer out this deep into a pandemic would...