Out in the Wind

I had a choice: Eat cheeseburgers and onion rings, or go for a ride. I’m pro-cheeseburger and onion rings, but I haven’t been riding lately. The scale is not my friend. I’m in a grouchy mood.

So I rode.

The thermometer kept dropping on the way to the ride. It was hovering around 39 when we began, and didn’t get warmer. The wind was blowing, and never slackened.

Five of us stuck to a short (22 mile) relatively flat route. The pace was agreeable, and there was minimal suffering.

I made the right choice.

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