Its 2-45pm on Sunday afternoon in NZ and the rain has stopped. No riding, feeling to lazey but I have managed to dig a couple of poles out. They were doing nothing so I thought why not and out they came.
One of our friends, lady 71y we go riding with. Her husband passed away a couple of days ago. Makes one wonder how long, when one is well north of 40 and I do mean well north.
I can't turn my toes up just yet I have a purpose in life. As well as getting 10 years riding out of Bugs it is my mission in life to hang around and annoy the hell out of AlexS.
I had 4 carrots this morning now I'm down to one I don't think I want to play any more.