Showers wouldn't stop me from missing out on some of my favorite riding weather.
Looks like some bike justice was served in Upper Dublin.
This morning in the shower a frequently repeated mantra of my youth returned to my mind feeling like a distant stranger: "Life is art." I've been trying to regard living as a work of art and forming it into what I want it to look like as well as appreciating my place in what is beyond my control. Making my life's narrative read back to me the way I want it to sound when possible.
Almost like living in a big city:
Miles ahead of the game:
Lots of interesting rides around the racks and fences since the sun came out: