Cindy and I rode late afternoon. We went the straightaway to Indianola and back. Still windy, but hey, this is Nebraska right? Odd though when we stopped by the roadside for Cindy to take a call, there seemed to be no wind at all. When we perched back on our seats and pedaled off, we were against a headwind. Stop at roadside...no wind, ride...headwind...go figure.
Kind of sounds like that tale of I walked 2 miles to school uphill both ways we've all heard from our grandpa's. Anyway, we rode hard and spotted a few treasures, a mutilated Nerf football, perfectly good from all sides except the bottom, a bungee cord thingy, half an orange, beer can about 3/4 of the way home...very tempting to bend down and give it a shake just to see if there was a drop left...just kidding... and a variety of road "pelts" that could make someone a fine blanket had they no ability to smell.
Whenever Cindy and I got off our steeds we looked like we were 80 year old broads...or weebles...Remember those things? sad really... Our backs are sore from gardening and life in general. That's just our genetic make up I guess. We oughtta be a couple of real sweethearts tomorrow at work...hope everybody want their coffee iced!