The other week it was a trip up the coast for the first fried clams and seafood for the year. If it wasn't fried, it wasn't coming near my plate. Must say, glad its summer again. Something about fried seafood in the winter just doesn't have the same allure. However there could be an exception to that rule, when there is a blizzard and the snow is really piling up, the fishermans platter is always a must. Right now, ESC is probably dreaming up something tastey for lunch...it ain't a salad, i can tell you that. Hows the fixie?
As the days pass by, the miles are slowly adding up. The river has been rather crowded lately and the streets through City of the Opinionated aren't much of an improvement. Once out in the burbs, the streets are smoother and traffic flows at better pace. The remnance of winter/spring are passing right off to summer. Better riding is ahead even if this person isn't riding any better. As we enter the full swing of summer and associated summer events, more race dates have been removed from the calender including the Nationals (this date is still 50/50) but it appears the Channel Three race is crossed-out, the Oxford Damn race is done (visitors from Texas). If it is a weekend where I want to suffer immensely, finish poorly, and still have fun, you can forget about it, becuase my booking agent has something else planned, friends from texas coming to town, a b-day party, a bachelor party, a trip up the coast to visit the in-laws, etc. Pretty soon it will be cross season and a whole new level of sucking will be in store. Could be another season aboard the trusty GT..nice...but I will have to hide the booking agents calender or arrange for the little man to attend the event with the brazilian mechanic/babysitter. Earplugs for the little man will be a must if the Brazilian is on form with his musings from the sideline.
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