Would you believe, dear reader, tailwinds?!?!??! Seriously! Tailwinds, downhill, and only 43 miles. Can you find an easier ride?!?!?!?
Today we toodled through wine country. Open prairie dotted with vineyards. The humans claim that they make good wine, but while they may be able to power themselves on alcohol, I, as a fine riding machine require none of those libations.
But, toodle we did….I mean, you have all day to do 43 miles and 20 of it is a tailwind assisted downhill. Heck, even I got to use my big chain ring. But, the best part? We turned into the wind just a little and the wind shifted just right so that Edwin and I got to sing a duet.
Tonight we sleep well, for tomorrow we head to Bisbee. The humans think it is the neatest town in Arizona, but not for us bikes…we’ll have to sleep in a shed. Seriously…a corrugated steel shed. Blah…hot in the day, cold at night. We tried to convince the humans that here in Tombstone was better, but they would hear none of our protestations. Really? So what if Tombstone is a tourist trap with people fighting over the rights to be the “official” Wyatt Earp? So what if Bisbee, instead has real coffee shops and art galleries and great food and a local brewery? Don’t the humans realize that where the bikes sleep matters most!?!?!?!? Alas….until tomorrow, dear friends.
One of these, one of these, one of these mornings, darlin’
You’re gonna rise, you’re gonna rise up singin’
Then you’ll spread your little wings, your little wings
And-a take to the sky