Twenty Nine Inches stuff. The day I usually go to The Camp and wring out the equipment while getting in a fun ride.
The day was beautiful. Hot even. The sky was clear and the signs of Spring were everywhere to be seen.
But I just wasn't feeling it.
<===Big wheels, big tires.
No snap, no life in the legs at all today, and I am pretty sure I know exactly the reason why that was.
I had a rough start to the week with the situation my family was in, trying to secure a second car for our immediate needs. Sure, The Truck With No Name was running great, but being a standard cab rig, it doesn't seat four. So, we were needing a car and that was stressing out everyone. Then there is Trans Iowa V6, which imparts its own stresses at this time of year anyway. Add in a slew of work on the web side of things and yeah...............it was all just a bit too much.
<===The Big Mama back where it belongs.
Oh well. I'll be taking it kind of easy today and tomorrow. Good thing I decided not to go to Sea Otter! Man! I think I would have blown up.
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