“Who’s that tripping over my bridge?” roared the troll.
If you can’t stand the heat, get under the overpass.
The Tour stages cut deeply into the cool morning hours, so we Live Update Guys can’t get out and about until 10-ish most days.
Today it was already 80-something when I finally got rolling, and 90-something when I got home. Drank two bottles and snarfed down a gel but found myself slightly weary for some reason. Go figure.
The only shade to be found on the entire two-hour ride was underneath Tramway, between Manitoba and Spain, so I took a brief photography break before resuming my climb back to the air-conditioned barn.
When I arrived home I saw that Ronald McDonald McTrump was panhandling his Twitter followers, so I graciously offered him the steam off my piss. Haven’t heard back yet. There’s just no pleasing some people.
Self-funded campaign, me arse.
July 6, 2016 at 5:14 pm |
Surprised you didn’t find Trump under that bridge…
July 6, 2016 at 5:35 pm |
Wasn’t any money under there. I checked.
July 6, 2016 at 8:06 pm |
One time on a ride years ago, Sandy and I found $1.35 in change and a brand new Craftsman 9mm wrench.
July 6, 2016 at 5:29 pm |
POG: On the positive side, the days are already getting shorter! (Missed commenting on starting another lap (or half lap) around the sun at the solstice). That means cooler temps in just 3 more months! 🙂
I’ve modified my MTB’ing trail selection to find mainly trees and shade……may have to also consider a few Interstate overpasses. Meantime, how you and Mr P are able to LUG and also maintain a “normal” lifestyle is beyond me. Good on ya both!
Oh yeah, my best to Herself and The Menagerie.
July 6, 2016 at 5:41 pm |
JD, I’m already looking forward to fall. Which, as you note, ain’t all that far off.
As to the workload, it helps that Herself gets up around 4:30. She feeds and waters The Menagerie and fires up the coffeemaker before putting on the warpaint.
I usually arise from my coffin an hour later, meet individually with Field Marshal Turkish von Turkenstein, Miss Mia Sopaipilla and Mister Boo to discuss affairs of state, then grab a cup of joe, burn Herself a Brexit muffin, and sit down at the Mac to commence the LUGgery.
It’s all downhill from there. Oy, is it ever.
July 6, 2016 at 5:50 pm |
You mean you didn’t take a “natural break” during your ride, Patrick? Just seems appropriate at Tour time.
This link for a story in The Atlantic may have been previously posted here. I read a more detailed story somewhere. Can’t find it now.
http://www.theatlantic.com/politics/archive/2016/06/donald-trump-campaign-debt-fec-loans/488183/
July 6, 2016 at 5:53 pm |
Didn’t need a natural break today, Libby, though I drank a ton of water before I left and croaked two bottles en route. I was sweating like The Hilldebeast under an FBI grilling.
The Atlantic does good work. It’s one of my daily must-reads.
July 7, 2016 at 6:46 am |
View story at Medium.com
July 7, 2016 at 7:18 am |
The house lost. His private investors lost. Then public investors lost. Atlantic City lost. The employees, expendable pawns to him, lost. Trump won, pulled millions out, and then walked away. Chapter, baby. I don’t make the rules. I can’t help it if investors are greedy and stupid and bought my line of bullshit.
July 7, 2016 at 9:11 am |
it’s been in the 80s and 90s here but the humidity is 60-70%. one of the a/c units went out at the office so i’ve been wearing shorts and tevas but the 10 minute ride to work still leaves me a sweaty mess.