Last night’s pork tenderloin wasn’t photographed and recorded for posterity. My apologies. Let me assure you it was delicious and fed eight hungry mouths.
But I did take some pics at lunch today.
With all the fixins.
I just realized that I haven’t had all that many beers yet today, so I had better get at it. I need to drink two beers for every bottle of water I had on my ride or someone named Dru will be very disappointed in me. And I can’t be having that.
There are some backwoods roads here in Eastern Pennsylvania. I’m talking one lane wide with hardy any cars. And I like it like that.
Best part about riding toward the river?
It’s all downhill.
You can guess the worst part about riding back.
You know what don’t have much out West
(edit – I would like to clarify this point, I was talking about the South West, where I live. I know you cats in Washington have more water than you know what to do with. â€“ end edit)
Oh sure, they got rivers. Just look at any map of Arizona. Sure, most of ’em don’t have a drop of water in them, but man, they could. Someday. Maybe.
And those that are wet, where I’ve been living for the last 17 years, they call it a “river” when you can throw a stone across it. Where I grew up, that’s called a “creek”.
I rode for two and a half hours today (one of my longest rides in the last ten months) on nothing but two bottles of water. I guess I’ve been eating good this week, eh?by