|Choppers! Tassels! Two drinks at a time!|
But time marches on. My attention wandered from the default route, and after several months, I kind of forgot about that habit, tending more toward the Tri-city tour, or a quick but somewhat strenuous spin a little closer to home for short workouts that still qualifies as exercise.
Today, though, I thought, go check out the old default route, see what's going on in those parts. So on a quite pleasant day when I suspect the vast majority of my fellow city dwellers were huddled up in the TV room waiting for the Big Game to start, I filled up the water bottle and let my feet do the work.
|It's dry-up time in the canals...|
|The Salt River lives up to its name, depositing salt on anything that spends a season in its flow|
|I waited to see if the wheel turned to give him a 360 view, but no.|
|Hey guys, check out that rad chopper bicycle|
Bicycle people often wave, and smile, and say hello, much more than car people. It must be something in the muscles, something about riding in the sunshine, that makes us warm to simple connection. Hello!