No I'm not talking about postal anthrax or the drug du jour,but real honest-to-Bob snow. Here. In November. I'm amazed.
Once again my ride timing was perfect--I started when it was cold enough to be crunchy and a bit slick, and finished up just when it had warmed up enough to get wet & mushy. Only saw two joggers on the way up, no other bikers until I was almost back to the car. (One of whom wasn't wearing a helmet...idiot!)
Back home, I'm all wrapped up in fuzzy clothes with a big mug of Hot Banana. There isn't a better way to spend a Sunday afternoon.
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No I'm not talking about postal anthrax or the drug du jour,but real honest-to-Bob snow. Here. In November. I'm amazed.
Once again my ride timing was perfect--I started when it was cold enough to be crunchy and a bit slick, and finished up just when it had warmed up enough to get wet & mushy. Only saw two joggers on the way up, no other bikers until I was almost back to the car. (One of whom wasn't wearing a helmet...idiot!)
Yup!...them there snowflakes can do serious damage when hit at speed ;-)
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Back home, I'm all wrapped up in fuzzy clothes with a big mug of Hot Banana. There isn't a better way to spend a Sunday afternoon.
otherwise boring Sunday.....or is that too much information ??
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No I'm not talking about postal anthrax or the drug du jour,but real honest-to-Bob snow. Here. In November. I'm amazed.
Once again my ride timing was perfect--I started when it was cold enough to be crunchy and a bit slick, and finished up just when it had warmed up enough to get wet & mushy. Only saw two joggers on the way up, no other bikers until I was almost back to the car. (One of whom wasn't wearing a helmet...idiot!)
Yup!...them there snowflakes can do serious damage when hit at speed ;-)
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Back home, I'm all wrapped up in fuzzy clothes with a big mug of Hot Banana. There isn't a better way to spend a Sunday afternoon.
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otherwise boring Sunday.....or is that too much information ??
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Dave.
yes that's TMI. We got it here, too: a real artic blast. The summer tires are still on one of the cars and we got to pull my son and that car out of a ditch yesterday am... he was on the way home after a sleep over. He's a little shaken but OK... there were about 6 cars off the road on that stretch so it wasn't just him. I spent the afternoon on a quilting project, and now I think it may be time to tear down the bike. I've been waiting for the kind of weather that I won't ride in ( sheet ice everywhere) to do that project.
Back home, I'm all wrapped up in fuzzy clothes with a big mug of Hot Banana. There isn't a better way to spend a Sunday afternoon.
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otherwise boring Sunday.....or is that too much information ??
Well, she DID say she had a big mug of hot banana. ;-)
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>>>... a big mug of Hot Banana. There isn't a better way to spend a Sunday afternoon. >> >>Paging Sorni... > >I hate it when I'm out on a ride and that damned thing vibrates in my
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>pocket.
Shouldn't you leave it in your wife's bedside table drawer?
Which one?
Bill "and I don't mean drawer" S.
You have more than one wife? Awesome! How'd you swing that deal, stud? -- Jonesy
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