Let them eat cake! Completed another 365 days on this planet on Saturday and thanks to Doug we did have little round mini cakes to celebrate my refusal to die for yet another year.
I was born on a Saturday many, many, many moons ago, I know this because my dad likes to remind me from time to time that I interrupted Saturday Morning cartoons. Now for those whipper snappers not in the know that seems like a trivial thing but I assure you back then it was not, cartoons ONLY happened once a week then and ONLY on Saturday mornings... so yeah, I came into this world with one strike already in the ole man's book. As it happened the day fell on a Saturday again this year, not cartoons but we did ride and that's even better.
A lot of folks like to try to get their birthday years in miles on their birthday and I probably might have tried that too or at least in kilometers but it was a tad bit nipply and a bunch too windy for that silliness. Temps were below freezing and with that wind the feels like was downn near single digits, instead we knocked out an in town 22 mile jont to the local Rock-n-Joe's.
A few hours after that we found ourselves on another bike of sorts in the form of a beer trolly through Group Therapy, thanks to Jackie who made the arrangements. First time I'd been on one and it was a hoot!
I tell you what, those two hours you book for the ride go by faster than you think but the alcohol goes down quicker than you think also so they might just even out.
Thanks to everyone who came out either in the morning or the evening to help me celebrate and a big thanks also to those who wished me happy birthday one way or another, you all made it a great day. Special thanks to Jackie for planning it all and for putting up with my nonsense 365 days out of every year, that's not an easy task let me tell you.
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