Further Into The Fallen Fog

I'm getting used to my a.m. dirt ritual. I love being a Dirt Worshiper as Al Swearengen says. Of course I think Al meant something completely different, ha! To me it means "quality time" on two wheels in the dirt. I was lucky to squeeze another 2 hour ride in this morning.

I planned for a road ride, but thick fog would have delayed my start time, and I need to get out and get it done ASAP. "It" being my ride before my Dad duties take over. The trails were in fine shape and I had a blast. At least as much as a guy and his bike can have alone in the woods for two hours.

Gotta run, B-Man and I are heading out for some Whiffle Ball action. I smell No-Hitter! Dude can NOT hit my curve ball.

2:15 and Moz has not cancelled yet. That gives him 5 more hours.

Later.