Red Bull. Vodka. WiFi. We Are All City-Folk, Now

Today's title came to me midway through today's ride. No need to expound, really.

I managed 20 kms in 50 minutes,

Spinning Wheels

I ride daily now, or just about. Fresh gravel has been spread on the steeper hills, and riding ascents are nearly impossible. I dismount and push, and consider moving to paved (and busier) roads.

Other considerations: a potentially BIG posting on WP re: the nature of memory, its interaction with the physical geography of childhood and "home." The plasticity of memory is often lamented, but it can be a beneficial characteristic as well.

As I mull over all this, an old Paul Simon chorus keeps coming to mind:

If you'll be my bodyguard
I can be your long lost pal
I can call you Betty
And Betty when you call me
You can call me Al

Best to keep spinning until there's some direction for me to proceed with this.

Haying Time

Heavy rains, followed by long sunny days = Time to be haying.

Bad Either Way

This hill's grade probably isn't any steeper than eight degrees, but it's nasty to ride either way. Down there's always the worry of fresh gravel (the township seems to add it weekly); up, well ... kinda self-explanatory.

Today's Excitement

Shortly before noon we heard an enormous commotion we very much hoped was happening on someone else's yard. Alas, the yard was ours.





Bow-saw out, and busy.

Missed Photo

I finally pedaled round to where I missed my spectacular shot. Here it is, sans clouds.



It's been unseasonably hot: 30 C, not including the humidex. The wind is from the north(!), keeping the clouds away. It's all very unsettling, but you might as well spin while the sun shines.

The May Two-Four Weekend

I removed the bald tires and put the grippers back on. I feel more confidence when I ride downhill on dirt, probably not at all commensurate to any appreciable difference in traction.

I kicked myself for not bringing the camera along the other day, when I barreled down into a lovely marshland view. The hills to the west held a small copse of pine trees, with a few fluffy clouds providing some pleasant contrast to the blue sky and green foliage.

I wasn't able to get that far today, so you get this shot instead. A sweltering Monday, on the May Two-Four Weekend (W).