Much More Better
I found it. The creak, I mean. Stupid pedal washers.
Now, my bikey is all quiet, which means I have no excuse but to sally forth and train much. Uhhh….
Speaking of finding things, I found a new road today. I mean, I didn’t really find it. It’s been there all along, I just never got around to paying it a visit. It went under some trees up to an empty grassy flowery field with a perfect view all the way to the islands. Then, a twisty little quicky descent to finish things off right. Fun times. File under, new favorite.
And yes, I have a bunch of these flower pics, so I’m going to bore you with them repeatedly. The words just look so lonely without a little piccy to keep them company.
Someday, I might write about bikey racing. But I’d have to go to one first. See above about the training part. I hear riding around off the back of a mountain bike race is pretty fun. But, um, I think I’d rather show up at least a leetle mo’ fitter. I know, I know, no sense of adventure.