Typically, I love to begin the day in a solid way. I like to plant my feet solidly on the floor then place my arse solidly onto the toilet seat.
Then?
Things ideally stay fairly firm.
Whether it’s my calendar or the little baby trump that I leave behind, I hope things are firm without being too solid.
This morning I was faced by the back side of a back to back fifty mile ride.
I rode out to Lake Charlotte yesterday. Today, I planned on riding back.
My scheduled departure time was a bit mushy. My little baby Trump - the small offering to the porcelain god?
It was a bit of a more-man - Jesus Christ! A splattered, sprayed taint.
It’s difficult to know exactly when to leave when what you’re leaving in the lav is looser than the screws that currently run ‘Merica. How do you risk four or more hours in the saddle when there’s a chance that you’ll end up with a deep leg bitumen spill?
Dear reader, there is crease grease and there is crease grease but this morning? I was pushing tar sands to the point …
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