We had a day that was closer to this:
We weren't in short sleeves or anything, but we got to wear sunglasses with dark lenses. Sixty-five miles and five thousand feet of climbing with an assortment of teammates. We had sunshine and blue sky. Despite riding parts of this route dozens of times, for the first time we had views of the snowy Olympic mountains and chamber of commerce views of the tall buildings of Seattle.
In the afternoon I donned shorts and sandals (and a long sleeved shirt) and pretended it was summer.
I'm getting fit. I feel really good after yesterday's epic. Thank you sir, may I have another? I just need to keep pouring on the miles (with climbing mixed in). I saddle up and do it again. It wouldn't be as fast, but I could do it.
On the downside, I have to travel again. My work has taken me to some pretty cool places. I've been to Paris, London, Montreal, Munich, Rio, New York, and South Beach.
This time, I don't even get to go to beautiful and desirable Dubuque:
Not this time. I'm off to freakin Wichita. The highlight of Wichita is the Hotel Old Town:
A sharp eye will recognize the Stevie Nicks shower curtain.
I shall employ my duel talents of optimism and denial and have a good time.
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