What a whirlwind day.
Tammy and I rode 62 miles at a 16.5 mph average. Then, as you do, went for Mexican where I ate chicken fajitas and drank a 32 ounce Negra Modelo. Hey, I’m training for BRAG… After navigating shitty traffic home I was able to take a scant nap and thorough shower before getting back into shitty traffics to head to Barb’s.
Barb and Allan served up delicious turkey noodle casserole. Hilariously Sal and I both brought a bottle of white wine, and we both brought a Pinot Grigio; hers was better than mine.
Today? Friday? I am going to putter around WLF and waterproof my BRAG tent. Later this afternoon I expect to plop my butt on a barstool and have a beer or two with some buddies.
I solved today’s Wordle in five attempts; my starter today was CLIMB. I did very little climbing on yesterday’s ride, but started with that word anyway.