Here are some Ramblers heading south on Teague. Chum and Der Jan are jumping off the front — those silly sausages.
The Good Doctor is patiently riding base miles — no jerking him out of Zone 2.
Big Red (unlike lil’ red picutred here) is taking the photos — off the back.
Went out again today — slow, base. Snaked my way South and took lots of different combinations of roads; turned back on Bethesda Church Road — I think. I couldn’t take it by the time I turned up Lexington. I needed a “natural break.” Not to be too philosophical, but in the winter, there are no leaves. (Maybe you’ve noticed). At any rate, no leaves means: no place to hide. However, the Lord provides in unexpected ways….
How do you spell relief? p-o-r-t-a-p-o-t-t-y.