At the Annual Aggies and Friends Conservative Bash, I rode with my buddy Keith for a couple of hours. When I ride with him, what I usually see...is his back. I am disappointed to say that can't find the photos I took on that day. During that same weekend I did a very short solo ride in the hottest part of the day. It was only minutes, but here's what it looked like at the top of the hill.

On July 4th, I stole away in the early morning for a little while before the day's festivities and had breakfast on the bridge. It is amazing how little traffic can cross such a nice new bridge if you pick the right time.

Today, it was a haircut run. I rode the clown bike into town, got the planned haircut, and even added a couple stops just for fun.


If things go well, I might squeeze in a short spin tonight after the giant heater in the sky slides behind the horizon. I don't know whether I'll get a photo, but I do know that if I ride, I'll gain a memory.
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