In regards to the yesterday’s bike accomplishment, make that two in a row. Today was uneventful, the only encounters were with a covey of quail along the Arizona Canal.
When we bicycle, we are all Lance, careening down the cobblestone roads at 50 mph, accelerating our way up the French Alps, arms raised in yellow jacket victory… all in our minds.
Thanks god we’re not Australians! Or we’d be ramming equine growth hormones into ourselves prior to setting off! Or would that be canine… hmmmm ;o)