SIMPLE PLEASURES

I was thinking today when I returned from my ride.

It was a good one.

Not a cloud in the sky.

Hot as #@/%

32 degrees.

For sure, I ride because I love to ride.

But I think I ride for another reason.

The shower.

I really think I ride so that I can take that glorious shower after.

I am not joking.

Serious.

I do not think there is anything better.

Shampoo to the scalp.

Lots of soap.

The rinse off.

Is there anything better?

Do you know what else I do?

I have an industrial floor fan.

It can almost take the paint off walls.

I take it into the bathroom and plug’r in.

When my shower is over and I open the shower door, I get blasted with hurricane-strength wind.

I do not use a towel.

I do not need a towel.

I am a new ‘man.’

Let’s GO.

Where are we going?

Nowhere but the kitchen.

This is the second reason why I ride.

Cold beer, crumbly old cheddar cheese, crackers, and figure out what is on the menu.

‘Simple Pleasures’

Insert chef hat emoji here.

‘There is another way to ride.’

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