We arrived at our destination. If not obvious, the location name is in the upper left hand corner.

”The Rules lie at the beginning of The Path to La Vie Velominatus, not at the end; learning to balance them against one another and to welcome them all into your life as a Velominatus is a never-ending struggle waged between form and function as we continue along The Path towards transcension”

With Abe’s attitude, he will never be transcended.

10 years off the bike in deference to MrsRSBob who loved to cycle. She had a knee replaced and it didn’t go well and couldn’t ride - so I stopped and just ran. Dog how I hate running. After ten years I said to myself, self WTF? And started mountain biking with a vengeance. Did that for another 10 years until my back couldn’t take the pounding, so went back to road. The Mrs got an e-bike cause of her knee and RA and cycled happily ever after. -

What's not obvious is why you have a snoozeball destination.

Late submission. #P&RAlert

I am pretty sure I explained this before. Mrs datlas likes baseball and I am doing my husbandly duty.

Baseball marketing idea: give away branded sleep masks to the first 5,000 people there.

That’s a different Gene

Biker 395 went to Baldy today. It was a beautiful day.

RMOT. Also reminds me of the Joey Reynolds show on AM radio. And Soupy Sales, a frequent guest on the Joey Reynolds show, and all those killer '70s shows...

Dang, y'all up in the 300s? I kinda like it up there sometimes, but after I go down to the mezzanine for my second beer, there ain't no way I'm crawling all the way back up there, so just stand and watch from right next to the peanut stand.

You didn't give it the Tri geek treatment did you?

Yup. 316 row 11. It was fine. And the Padres won!

Another weekend mega-walk this eve.

At the cemetery, I encountered a lone Canadian Geese. I don't know what you all were fussing about. It was fine. I walked my way, and he waddled his. No problemo.

Something new: I encountered a 50+ pack of motorcycles on Dutchtown. Never seen anything like that there before. Not sure how they even got bunched up like that, with it being close to an intersection.

They weren't speeding, but several of them were riding wheelies at times. One of which hit the tail of his motorcycle on the pavement, and sent sparks flying.

I could hear the rumble a mile or two away. Annoying.

I used to love going to Jerome, AZ on summer weekends, all the potato-potato bikes would rumble in to town and the blues bars were packed to the gills. Most of those dudes wouldn't be poppin' wheelies at all, much less poppin' wheelies anything close to 12 o'clock though, so no sparks.

And Rhodie days in Florence, OR. Good lord, all the bikers would roll in, drinkin' in the streets was A-OK but inside the bars where the one-percenters were chillin', all the ladies would be hitting the dancefloor topless.

Speaking of sparks, I kinda wanna play some of the band Sparks, but gonna fire up some Stevie Windwood instead...

Great jazz trio in SF. Tunes start about 4:40. Pianist is off da chain!

bro

Great song. I play it from time to time in the background while on the computer. It was many years ago after hearing for years that I got around to googling what low spark from high heeled boys was about.

Happy National Grilled Cheese Day!

Happy with this edition of Paris-Roubaix.

I guess that's where spin classes meet the real world, eh?

Not fair, you got cheated.

The storms rolling through here have put down 1.5" here. I figure this will save us having to run the sprinklers till May. Looking at last year's water bills, that's good news.

BUT it also means another day on the Magical Zwifting Machine. I'm not even going to TRY to do my usual 60 miles. The most I've ever done in a day on Zwift was 3 hours, 52 miles. I did one hilly route and one flat one. My cousin's son - who I guess is ALSO my cousin - did a Century on Zwift. But he's a good 20 years or more younger than me.

Busy morning on the East Coast. I mingled with my athlete brethren, assisting at the mile 19 hydration station for the Knoxville Marathon.

We ran out of water. SMH. #OneJob

I saw no topless women during my walking activity.