A glimmer of hope for Senior Citizens

In amongst all the Phelps-hype, I am pleased with the "sports" coverage of Dara Torres, refugee from the Old Folks Home.  On the far side of forty years of age, she missed a gold medal by .01 second.  Quoth she, "Maybe I shouldn't have filed my nails last night."  Or something along those lines.  And then she went straight from the medal ceremony to swimming a relay, for another silver medal.

Guess I'll hold up my end of the bargain by going out for a bike ride.

Sunday roadkill report

Couple of porcupines, well aged, a raccoon, snake, frogs, and a skunk.  The first indisputable roadkill skunk of the bike season, something of a noteworthy event seeing as this is the middle of August and just shy of a thousand road miles.  Also a broad trail of antifreeze leading to a shiny red Corvette beached by the side of the road.  I hope that just represents a burst hose . . .

Headed upriver and then inland, first time over this route this year because it loops around one of the local lakes.  I don't try it unless I can count on the weather holding for a few hours, because there ain't no shortcuts home.  And, as Wife has pointed out, we haven't had the prospect of reliable rain-free hours for about a month and a half.

43.05 miles, 3:15:28