The number of times I've been exposed to the sun... even swimming... can probably be counted on my fingers and leave enough of 'em for a good firm grip on a cool one.
So... what possesses a guy, after well over a half century, to go against the hard won lessons of life?
Yeah... some shovel-nosed mackerel thought it would be kinda cool to gain one of them studly tans on his bodacious bod... Dumb, flea brained varmint!
... and my constitution must not be quite so constitutioned as I thought... didn't take but twenty minutes in the sunshine for there to be three wrecks out on the dirt road passin' the farm as I mowed...
... and a case of that "Sun-Poisoning"... Pathetic... apparently a life of livin' ONE way... ain't about to change cuz of a twenty minute brain fart.
The culprits in those wrecks said the glare comin' off something movin' around the farm yard blinded 'em so bad they run off into the bar ditch...
So... itchy and wigglin' I've been ridin' some little bit...
Planning on taking off later in the week for a few days of mountain riding. I've reworked some of my gear in the last couple weeks so I thought a "test ride" to make sure that the new gear and packing arrangement was gonna ride well... might could be a good idea.
Another ride up Thompson Canyon and a loop up into Rocky Mountain National Park proved that out... a full camp on a cruiser is a fair load. But with the heavy stuff low in the saddlebags and just the bulky light gear up top... it rides well. Ready in fact for another long postponed Alaska Run! :)
So, as soon as a couple more close up chores get accomplished I'm gonna put me on the bike and the bike in the wind for maybe as long as a week riding some of that Western Far Country... just a mite closer to home than that... then it's back here to put the accumulated parts and materials onto the rig to prepare it for the journey north to the Beet harvest... which will be here sooner than we'll likely be ready for.