Not too shabby. Averaged 17 ish for 64 miles and some change with 15-20 mph winds. You can see I didn’t have to do it all my self, though. A couple of the Disco Boys were out. By “Disco Boys” I don’t mean the Tonys, P and C which are supervillians from the 1999 movie, Mystery Men.

I love this movie. I love it so much that my avatar is named for Ben Stiller’s character, Mr. Furious who gets really angry.

I also, love the Sphinx. A mysterious super hero who mentors the Mystery Men with pithy proverbs like, “Don’t go there my son. When you doubt your powers, you give power to your doubts.” True. True.

At any rate, the Disco Boys I saw riding the Farmer’s Market ride route (…next Tuesday boys and girls; daylight savings time; get the picture?) It wasn’t Mytery Men’s Disco Boys I saw.

The Disco Boys I saw, were these Disco Boys: P and J. sans Jan. (We miss you brother!)

They sure were cheeky. But you can’t take these two anywhere near a county line. Disco J about coughed up a lung, but he was not to be outdone and contested every line. Disco P loves to win, but he loves more riling people up. Disco P’s a Chum-bater.

Me, on the other hand, I was more like the Shoveler, I had a blind date with destiny, and she ordered the lobster. Whatever that means. But ain’t it funny?