This morning, the unseasonably cool temperatures where calling. It was a siren song of the South of "Come outside and play."
As if I needed a good excuse to exercise the metal steed, I told myself I was dearly in need of more No Natz Bug Repellent from Thompsons in Baxley.
That's my story and I'm stickin' to it.
This is what happens when one
puts the camera and the iced
Peanut Butter Energy Balls in the same tank bag.
Appling county really needs to
consider bringing back road side tables.
After the ride, I noticed my usually white riding jacket was a dingy grey. Hubby's was so dirty it looked completely black. We took the time to hand wash the jackets. Then I gently pulled all the liners from the helmets to be cleaned. Hubby washed down the outside of the helmets.
Remember this Dial soap commercial from the mid to late 1970s?
It's a woman is riding her bike and the lyrics are
"then Dial has enough to bring you home again,
still refreshed, feeling fine ... aren't you glad you use Dial?"
So we're smelling sweet now! And it's definitely Chef Leftover night.