After a spirited tennis match yesterday morning, Willy and I embarked on a bike ride of near-epic proportions. There was one big hill, roadies galore, PBR rewards, horseshoes, feet up on the forks, two breweries and a beautiful blue sky. As long as global warming is going to give us 70 degree days during black history month we may as well take full advantage.
The American flag was flying high at Swing Station. We rode from my house up and over Bingham Hill; stopping at the top for a well deserved 12oz can of PBR that was still cold.
The horseshoe pits at Swing Station were open and we had a 2 beer long game that ended 21-17 in Willy's favor; making up for his loss at tennis earlier (4-6, 6-2, 11-3 tiebreak).
We even had a miracle shot with a leaner on top of a ringer. We counted it as 1 for the ringer... even the cowboy that worked there didn't know what to do...
- A-town for life -
Then when we left my bike stood up all by itself... Darwin was right...
"Science has never drummed up quite as effective a tranquilizing agent as a sunny spring day." - W. Earl Hall
I think Mr. Hall was mistaken. A sunny day in February with an ice cold Bud, throwing horseshoes is more effective than any sunny spring day...
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the best part of this day was passing lycra'd out fools in jeans
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