No plans, no goals, no expectations. That’s how I try to live my riding life. Same happened here — rain, rain, rain. And unfortunately more rain in the forecast.

Everything is conspiring against me!

Thanks for the kind words Rick. Here’s to both of us making the rounds for a long time!

Yes, today was a blown chance for me. Sorta remembered DST kicked in today, but I didn’t totally adjust to that “lost” hour, then by the time I was thinking abut going, Sig. Other wanted to get out of the house in the car, and insisted I accompany her instead. Then it started raining, and she said “See? You wouldn’t have enjoyed riding anyway.”

And tomorrow is bringing rain, full-stop. Life can be worse, of course.

All sorts of things happen when you ride if you’re open to them. It’s so different than driving a car. Aside from a shared roadway there is nothing in common between the two. At least in my mind…

Those single trees in many cases were left standing to provide midday shade for a team of plow horses or mules while the farmer ate his lunch. More and more they are being taken down to get a few more bushels of corn…

The iPhone is a capable camera. The biggest threat is the ease of overprocessing with all the cool apps available.

The desire to not be distracted, whatever we perceive the distraction to be, can be strong. It’s like needing space to think when someone keeps talking and all I want is to be left alone at that moment. Difficult to explain, enforce or request. Same with riding with others. And if the group is larger that desire is impossible to embrace.

It was warm and now rainy and miserable. I’m anxious for some more reliably pleasant weather.

Sometimes, the light changes and what had been boring landscape on a previous ride is now causing you to stop the rig and take a picture.

Sometimes, just looking back the way you just rode…