The arrows show our deviation from the planned route. |
For some reason, all I can think of is this:
Low Ri-der drives a little slower (due to having to check the map frequently)
Low Ri-der is a real go'er (we just kept on plugging along)
Low Ri-der knows every street yeah (now we know many streets in whatever suburbs we were in)
Low Ri-der is the one to meet yeah (self explanatory, no?)
Low Ri-der don't use no gas now (and, obviously, although we did need snacks)
Low Ri-der don't drive too fast (not once we were riding into the wind, although the route was pretty sheltered, overall, surprisingly)
Take a little trip
Take a little trip
Take a little trip and see
Take a little trip
Take a little trip
Take a little trip with me...
It was a fun adventure, despite the jerky man who, on a largely deserted four-lane road (two lanes in each direction) with no real shoulders somewhere out in the middle of nowhere, insisted on riding about five feet from my rear wheel, honking his horn, rather than moving into the left lane to pass me. He was an older guy, with passengers. I wonder what they thought?
So, I'm mulling over my fundraising technique and goals for this next biking season. We'll see what I pull together. I'll post my updated MS150 fundraising link soon for people who want to get one more charitable deduction in before the end of 2013.
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