As the Associated Press used to write on its wire machines (back in the day of printed news wire machines) when they killed a story, "Bust It".
That's what I did today. I had intentions of an easy neighborhood ride just to take the edge off my legs after yesterday's big effort ride.
But as I left, right before my very eyes the weather was changing in a flash. It went from a mild day with hazy sunshine to a rather bizarre condition that reminded me of what is called marine layer on the west coast. Suddenly there was this odd foggy condition and the temps dipped within blocks.
I rode out to the course and into a cold wind. It was horrible. My legs were dead. The sun was gone. The cold fog had rolled in and no good was going to come of this ride attempt today.
Bust it.
I headed for home as soon as I could. I'll live to ride another day.
Add four miles to the season total and make lunch.
Season Miles: 626
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