Tom, I can't say you didn't warn me and I have no one to blame but myself.
Due to leading an over complicated life, tonight is the first time I've been able to take a real bike ride since Sunday. I started out in Nixa at one of Lovey's Curves stores. I didn't have a destination in mind, just wanted to go for a nice ride. When I got to 160, I went North, towards Springfield. Scared the bejeebers out of a lady also riding north, she was stopped at a stop light, and when I rode up beside her, stopped and said hello, she nearly fell over, and exclaimed "I NEVER SEE ANYONE RIDING HERE!"
like it was my fault or something that she's jumpy. So anyway, I rode on into Springfield, hit the MUP, nearly hit a doe deer, rode on over to a friend's house and had a glass of cold water and then decided to head back to Nixa. I took a different way back through town and soon I realized, hey, I could have a cup of coffee! And it started to sound pretty good. And now here is the bad part, but they say confession is good for the soul. I rode right past a Krispy Kreme donut factory and coffee shop and straight up to Starbucks. Had me a grande latte and sat out on the patio in the dusk of the evening sipping fancy coffee feeling superior as all get out, looking at the bike leaning up against the bradford pear in their lawn and wondering if THIS was what OCP was all about, and should I maybe get some better clothes to ride in or something. So Tom, you're right, you know what you're talking about, it is indeed a slippery slope. But then I forgot about that and rode on back to Nixa, and just thanked my lucky stars for nights like this and a decent bike to enjoy them on.
It's all downhill from here. Except the parts that are uphill.