Now, if I was training, I would not miss a ride.  I was ready to ride on Sunday, but events kept getting in the way.  I’m sure I remember being single, in my own little apartment, with a bike leaning up against the sofa.  I remember riding everywhere, even to work through the snow, yet damned if the intervening decades haven’t added a few hurdles.

I did make a fancy dinner, but the real issue was worrying about this and that.

Luckily, I got in a few hours in the gym yesterday.  I could have gone riding today, but I’m definitely not training, so I rode down to the local bike shop instead and chatted for a while.  Here’s a shout out to Bob Flint, the mechanic who humored me by while gradually cleaning and restoring a cruiser on the workstand.  Sooner or later, I’ll ask him if I can take a few photos.  Till then, you’ll just have to enjoy to stuffed steak pictures, above.