Thursday, September 22, 2005
The wheels on the bus go round and round
Rain, rain come my way,
Make my trail fast, like-WAY!
Aside from the death, destruction, and mayhem, hurricanes are great. They force you to slumber as the barometric pressure falls, dragging on your very bones like a suit of lead. If anybody slept better than me last night I congratulate them.
Hurricanes also bring lots of rain, even when you are 400 miles away from the action. It has been dry as a parson's throat around here for 3 weeks leaving everybody's favorite trail sandy and slow.
As of last night, the drought has been broken. I should have gotten up and ridden straight to the trail this morning, but hey, I don't do that sort of thing. It will be nice around 3:00 too.
We had a nice, normal evening last night due to the bearable temperature on the back porch. Riverboat and I threw darts. It wasn't pretty- for him. I like to believe there is a correlation between my dart game and my trail prowess, and if it is true, I will be looking for a personal best out there today.
The whole time I'm pedaling I'll be singing...
The wheels on the bus go round and round, round and round, round and round, the wheels on the bus go round and round, all the live long day!