Friday, May 2, 2014

Going to My Bicycle Place


He's there too

I'm tired. Probably need to do better at managing stress. In fact, writing that sentence is likely an indicator that it's true. So I'm riding to my bicycle place. It's quiet there. Water gently ripples against a serene shore. Egrets strut in the shallows. Ducks cross. Wind blows. Bicycles roll along there on smooth well-maintained paths. I'm going there. Happy Friday.

Bridge to the path to the bicycle place

King of the bicycle place
 

5 comments:

  1. What is the objective of bridge hardware such as that in the top photo? Is the next step razor wire or killer drones?

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    1. Laser beams, Steve. The next step is automatic laser beams. Or trained killer bees, perhaps, dispatched by SMS or Tweet, crowdsourced to secure the bridge from any who would dare to deviate from the straight, narrow, level path.

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  2. Looks peaceful. Happy Friday riding.

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    1. It was nice. Warm. Windy. Peaceful. Ride on JK.

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  3. I need to move to that area. Looks great.

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