Little Falls, New York
I broke my sandals three days ago and I have yet to find a place that will sell me a suitable replacement. When I look for sandals I look for something cheap and something that fits -- I don't want any Birkenstocks or Tevas or anything special, just run of the mill flip flops. So why can't I find them in any of the towns where we stay? Oddly enough, we seem to find the only hotels in all of New York that are no where near a Target or a Wal-Mart or an Old Navy and the local stores around here only carry flip-flop sandals sized for little girls. So I have been walking around barefoot a lot recently. Dad worries about disease and scrapes and stuff, but I figure that all risks are acceptable as long as I don't have to lace up a pair of shoes.
Today's ride was hot and humid. We got a nice and early start on the day and I pounded out about 40 miles before it got really hot. The rest of the ride was just ungodly. The roads were hardly rideable, the traffic was a nuisance, and it was just so darn hot. But in spite of all that, I really didn't mind it all that much. This is what I get for being so down on biking for so long -- when the conditions actually turn crappy, it can't phase me. It is always just biking for me, and it is never really all that much fun. Sort of like a job, I just get up and ride, and maybe something funny will happen along the way. Dad, on the other hand, really hates days like today. I think that biking in weather like this bothers him more than he will let on in his blogs.
So I have been seeing a lot of cool cars recently, Cameros, Monte Carlos, Firebirds, Thunderbirds, Mustangs, Berettas, and Corvettes. Yeah, one of the few things that all American rednecks have in common is a love of cars from the 1970s and 1980s. Some people calls the cars "dirt mobiles," I just call them awesome. I go to sleep at night and imagine myself in a 1983 Chevy Camero wearing a cut-up mesh shirt, blaring my 8-track version of Double Vision by Foreigner.
Anyway, it is time to consume fluids.
Rock it.
Paul
Today's ride was hot and humid. We got a nice and early start on the day and I pounded out about 40 miles before it got really hot. The rest of the ride was just ungodly. The roads were hardly rideable, the traffic was a nuisance, and it was just so darn hot. But in spite of all that, I really didn't mind it all that much. This is what I get for being so down on biking for so long -- when the conditions actually turn crappy, it can't phase me. It is always just biking for me, and it is never really all that much fun. Sort of like a job, I just get up and ride, and maybe something funny will happen along the way. Dad, on the other hand, really hates days like today. I think that biking in weather like this bothers him more than he will let on in his blogs.
So I have been seeing a lot of cool cars recently, Cameros, Monte Carlos, Firebirds, Thunderbirds, Mustangs, Berettas, and Corvettes. Yeah, one of the few things that all American rednecks have in common is a love of cars from the 1970s and 1980s. Some people calls the cars "dirt mobiles," I just call them awesome. I go to sleep at night and imagine myself in a 1983 Chevy Camero wearing a cut-up mesh shirt, blaring my 8-track version of Double Vision by Foreigner.
Anyway, it is time to consume fluids.
Rock it.
Paul
posted by Len Burman at 12:00 PM
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