Gross Start to the Day
About ten minutes into my ride this morning, I thunked a squirrel. As my British friends would say, I hit it good and proper. When I returned to that section of trail a couple of hours later, it was gone. I like to think he was a hawk’s breakfast.
In other gross news of the day, the cold and wind combined with the onset of some sort of sinus infection meant that the lung butter was plenty thick and flying freely today.