Category Archives: Bikes

Hollandaise

The Missus mentioned last night that we needed english muffins for eggs benedict today so I offered to get some on my ride this morning. As such, when I left this AM, I [1] headed in the exact opposite direction of the store. My rough plan was to ‘find a loop’ or worst case scenario bail to an out-and-back. [2] Found some nice sights I hadn’t been seen in awhile. [3] Took a road that I’d never been on, had no idea how far it went, and only a vague idea of the direction it headed. [4] As is often the case, when I headed off in an unknown direction, I found myself. And a highway. Someone once said ‘Life is a highway.’ As long as the corner store is on this highway, I’m good. [5] Highway views are so much nicer at bike-speed. [6] Procured english muffins, accomplishing one of many missions for the day.

Into the Oven to Stew

What may appear to you to be dust on the bike is actually the sum of all my demons and all my stress ground down and rendered as a fine powder, then sprinkled over the bike in offering. Even if only temporary until they manifest again in some other form, I’ll take it. Long, steamy ride with Titus this morning. And that was before it even got hot out.