Late June Mornings

Drinking coffee on the back deck. Nessie is on point alerting me to all the birds in the yard. Another Wednesday at the pool with the girls. I haven’t been on my bike once this week and I’m okay with that…until I start worrying about August.


A five week period.

24 Hours of Cumming
Lunar Kanza
Gravel Worlds
Rebecca’s Private Idaho
I’m not a “racer”. I don’t have that competitive instinct. I can’t survive an attack on a hill.

Racer instinct says “nail it!!! Watts!! Watts!! Watts!!”

Casual instinct says “that looks painful. I’m gonna slow down and eat some more Skittles”…I like rainbows.

I know it’ll all be good. I just always have a nagging voice that says…you should be pushing. You can do better.

Good thing I don’t listen very well.

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I know. I know. August will come. I’ll ride my bike with friends. I’ll give and receive hugs. All will be well. πŸ˜β˜•οΈβ˜•οΈβ˜•οΈβ˜•οΈβ˜•οΈβ˜•οΈβ˜•οΈβ˜•οΈβ˜•οΈβ˜•οΈβ˜•οΈβ˜•οΈβ˜•οΈβ˜•οΈβ˜•οΈβ˜•οΈ

#ridecasual

Oh crap!!! It’s trash pickup day!!!!

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Backroad cycling enthusiast, husband, father and friend. View all posts by BobbyT

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