Friday I rolled with Regina on the trails. She ditched her Gunnar SS after a fine performance in Chequamegon and was on the noise maker. She had a "date" later in my 'hood at the Thai place so she was smiling all day.
It was a good day but I had impending doom on my mind.
Old road racers don't stop, they just get on single speeds... and drink coffee. Lots of coffee and breves. To avoid expensive therapy and to work on my creative writing, I'll be posting various thoughts here.
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