Now that my bottom is feeling better, several days after my recent painful adventure, I'm back in the saddle trying to find my legs again. Warm, sunny days and fields of color definitely help distract from any pain and provide the motivation to keep going.
I just can not say enough about how uplifting a field full of flowers is to me...I could ride in such scenery all day and never feel tired.
But every blissful, flowery day must end for the there is always a need to return home. It's always a dreadful trip since it seems that the route home is always a hot one via one of several blast-furnace pipeline options...the roads home become stupidly hot, parching experiences starting this time of year.
The good news today is that I found Jiminy Cricket alive and well...time for some song and dance, just in time for the next little adventure...