Yesterday was a nice 2:25+ in the saddle out on the muddy dirt roads. It was a great ride but it’s funny how those damp, muddy rides out in the chilly spring air can take it out of you. Even after a semi-fitful/restful night of sleep (some nights that’s all I can hope for) I just didn’t have the mojo to ride today. But I did, ’cause it’s been a LONG ass winter and to turn down the chance to ride and further attempt to burn off my beer keg sized love handles might qualify as a sacrilege (depending on which faith you practice, if any). So after watching the Everton v Fulham match and a bit of the Liverpool match (before I let the DVR do its thing), I headed out to get SOMETHING in on the bike.
Right from the get-go it was apparent that I was tired, but the bright sun and blue sky was invigorating, so I plodded on. Mostly because of the aforementioned love handles, but also because you never know what you’re going to see out on the dirt roads. Sure, for the most part it’s farms, cows, fields and dirt. But every-so-often you get thrown some goofy shit. Especially when temperatures finally start getting up into the 40s after a long, cold winter and people start getting freaky. As noted on yesterday’s post, I had the first penis graffiti sighting of the spring during yesterday’s ride, today I found a sign letting me know there was…. um.. poop ahead? [Note that the paint is the same color and haphazard scrawl as the big giant penis featured in yesterday’s post. That must have been some night those folks had!]
Then later in today’s ride I found a pretty brilliant new billboard.
OK, I don’t know who Tim ‘n Jamie are, but they might want to re-think their advertising. Is this for a bed and breakfast or a fucking crack house? I am PRETTY sure this is a joke of some sort (but you never know around here), or someone calling Tim and/or Jamie out on their “bedding down” together (Tim “in” Jamie?). In any event it made for an interesting-ish road side attraction.
While poop signs, graffitied penises, spent condoms and mattress billboards make for semi-humorous blog fodder, I still prefer the farms and cows.
The bee hives waiting to do their thing…
Or better worse yet– a selfie!
Sorry.
Today wasn’t a long ride, or a hard ride, but it was a ride. And getting out for an 1:45 in the sun was WAY better than NOT getting out for 1:45 in the sun, especially since my riding is going to be limited the first part of this week due to B-Man being on Spring Break and me in full-time dad mode. No big, there are worse things to do than spending time with your co-favorite person in world.
I hope that spring has sprung in your part of the world too and you are getting miles in. I am looking forward to the months ahead when I might FINALLY get a chance to ditch the winter jacket and tights, probably around the Fourth of July.
Later.