The Sounds of Muddy Vomit

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This week’s weather has been less than desirable, and for whatever reason I have had a bitch of a time dodging the rain since Monday’s mountain bike ride. Today however I somehow got my ass out the door, on the road and back before the cold, steady rains returned.

Like most of the rides I do when I am just trying to squeeze a ride in, it wasn’t all that long– coming in at just about 1:35– but I was on my bike, getting some miles in and outside… and that’s all there really all is, right? OK, there’s a lot more than that, like muddy roads.

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Or muddy roads AND fall leaves. By the way did you know that the sound of cross tires rolling on soggy Michigan dirt roads sounds sort of like a long, never ended stream of vomit hitting pavement? It does, I swear.

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There was also more barns… there is always more barns.

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Or more likely the SAME barns that I take photos of over and over.

Ten minutes after I came home and dug into a leftover burrito, a steady rain started and continued all day and into the night. I have a feeling there will be more sounds of muddy vomit in my future.

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