Fridays Gone By

The Friday after Thanksgiving I went for a gravel grinder of sorts. I hopped on the Karate Monkey for a little exploration on the roads near the parental unit’s place. I ran into signs suggesting less than conditions and roads that ended submerged.











In addition to riding my bike I spent a little time frolicking with my brother’s new pooch. My brother and his family (wife, twins, and younger dude) named the new canine, “Dixie.” I bet you’re thinking what I was thinking – LAME. After much deliberation I came to the conclusion the dog needed to be renamed “Sausage.”



My thoughts are Sausage will grow into her enormous paws and long tail. This should be a pretty good-sized dog (think not cat or ankle biter sized). The mother (my parents dog) is a Golden Retriever and the father is a Yellow Lab. This pup seems to have the best attributes from both breeds.

This past Friday night I suggested an evening bike ride culminating at Monk’s House of Ale Repute. Double G Gregg thought the same and joined me. We headed south on the bike trail exiting at Madison St. We took Madison east toward downtown ending at Monk’s.

It was a great evening for a ride. Not too cold, no snow, and no signs of ice. Too bad if you’re a local type and didn’t show. You snooze, you lose.

Ride On.