Today for I am pretty sure the very first time ever I started a ride in the rain.
Indeed, when the garage door opened there were a smattering of wet spots on the driveway. It was at worst only a minor sprinkle, but still.
After about five times around the cul-de-sac and twice to the end of the block and back I finally set off. I stayed very close to home never getting more than a couple of miles from my garage but I mostly managed to not repeat any streets. I got in an hour and a half and called it good.
Here's the local rose closest to my house, only about six blocks away.
Someone has to make these decisions, I suppose. Anyway, two down, eighteen to go.
3 comments:
An hour and a half seems kind of miraculous considering the forecast and the sky and the fact that it was sprinkling when you left. Way to go.
That rose would match Emily/Norah's room/my "library/office".
Pink. The rose is pink. :-)
Next to a dumpster? How odd.
Did we never start a TRAM ride in the rain? I remember some fog, for sure.
I like the rose theme, it reminds me of a Minnesota rocks theme from a number of years ago. I assume they're all within the city limits of Roseville.
An hour and a half is a plenty long ride.
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