Been away at the beach for a week. Lots of surf, beer, food, good times and living the beach life. I could get used to that, but today I was back on terra firma and on the bike.
MS was my wingman, or I was his, and we hit up Powhite Park. It’s been a while and as it turns out, we were there a year ago to the day. I can’t help but be intrigued by the cyclical coincidence of that fact.
Bad enough how out of shape I am, but the oppressive heat took it to another level. After a torturously beautiful ride, we dropped by Chesterfield’s own Steam Bell Beer Works.
Beats the hell out of yard work…