Day Two Hundred Sixty One: It rains, it pours.

I don't mind the rain, but I prefer not rain for riding. But if it be rain, so be it.
Miles to go, smiles to grin, grasshoppers to spit, thighs to sigh. 


I said once that I would prefer riding at midnight in a snow storm than sit in a cubicle. Well, it is not snow yet, but rain is good practice. Or shut the hell up.

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