Slow days...

Taking a break from racing this past weekend, and finally went on a casual road ride. Gotta say, I love a slow bike ride with no agenda and no plan. When getting on the bike is all that matters and everything else fades away. The sun shines on your head, and the breeze kisses your face. There isn't work waiting at the end of the ride, only a welcoming porch and a cold Rainier. The ride takes time, but it's time to look around and time to think about things other than 9 to 5.

{75mph is awful fast this close to Lycra}

{a bridge of our own}

Then I came across a rather bizarre scene...one that put a smile on my face for the rest of the day. I think this is one of the best signs I've seen in a long, long time.

{how can this not make ya smile?}

{I mean...really?!}

Stopped mid ride for an Americano and some warmed up bread pudding with caramel sauce on it. Riding home on a full belly keeps the pace rather slow, but that was the name of the game. Besides...I knew what was waiting.