Though I've lived in the South all my life (or as my dad would say: "Not yet!"), you'd think I'd be wiser than striking out on my bike Sunday. Isolated showers in the forecast. And that's what we got. That means you might go 10 feet on dry pavement and then--bam!--rain galore. Got soaked. (But in my defense, this photo aptly describes what the sky looked like: blue on one side, dark clouds on the other.) Turned around and booked it back to town in time for inside Spin class where I also got soaked but in a different way.
Hope that you, Internet, had a good weekend.
4 comments:
Spinning? I'd rather roll on my back in the yard. It's sorta like spinning, right?
Bandit, good to hear from you!
Yes, spinning is like rolling around in the yard. Only less grass.
yep, but i'll bet you never roll through deer poo. it smells really good, but mom always gets really mad when I do it.
Well, you have a point there. ...
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