Don't you know you're going to shock the Molly

My sister likes the funny stories from my bike rides - the songs in my head, the random thoughts, etc., usually stemming from dehydration and/or exhaustion.

I actually don't have many from this ride. I saw, at about mile 135, a sign for Forest Land Nurseries. I thought it said Forest Land Nursebleeds, whatever a nursebleed is.

And at about mile 144, I said to a lawnmower in someone's yard, "on your left."

But really, this ride was sort of tame compared to the first year's Eye of the Tiger/Eye on the Tire issue, my wondering a couple of years ago how much a city spends powering the big fan (uhh, a windmill! Powered by the, uh, wind!), and last year's confusion during the TRAM about not having a seatbelt on.

Don't you monkey with the monkey.