i think it was an idiot who was once quoted, "no seriously, it's not too hot for me to ride outside...seriously." I think from the repetitious use of the word "seriously," you know which idiot i speak of. holy sacred cow, did i get jacked up. i started out in the hottest part of the day from the house. it was raining so i thought, it was cooler than it was. after the rain was gone, so was my hydration. the next 40 miles felt like i was tina turner getting beat lik
e a rag doll by Ike. it was as if i was trying to climb the roughest day of the tour without a single water bottle. and if you wonder, yes...i had 2 bottles of my favorite electrolyte beverage, however; both of them assumed the outside temperature of 99 degrees almost 5 minutes into the ride. so the thought of drinking liquid fire, when i could just barely breathe in the first place just was not all that appealing. so today, my head hurts like i just got into a slapping contest with Martha Stewart. although i really think it's payback...you see after a good dinner my oldest dog, chewbecca likes to lick her feet. it goes on forever and really is a nasty nasty sound. she's 8 so, i've been telling 
her for that many years, that after dinner i would prefer she smoke instead of lapping her saliva all over the carpet and her tiny paws for 10 minutes straight. she has never listened to me, so i took action. I sprayed all four paws down with that peppermint stuff. dogs hate that stuff. so she tried to lick them several times, and grunted and panted, and grunted and eventually just signed and gave up. i really think i heard a dog laugh when i came in dehydrated and nearly dead. ah, back to panama...this is a picture of me reasoning with a very very skinny cow. funny, they seem to be reasonable animals. the bike picture should hold your attention till the next time when i really explain what went down. i'm about to take my severely dehydrated self for a nap.
e a rag doll by Ike. it was as if i was trying to climb the roughest day of the tour without a single water bottle. and if you wonder, yes...i had 2 bottles of my favorite electrolyte beverage, however; both of them assumed the outside temperature of 99 degrees almost 5 minutes into the ride. so the thought of drinking liquid fire, when i could just barely breathe in the first place just was not all that appealing. so today, my head hurts like i just got into a slapping contest with Martha Stewart. although i really think it's payback...you see after a good dinner my oldest dog, chewbecca likes to lick her feet. it goes on forever and really is a nasty nasty sound. she's 8 so, i've been telling 
her for that many years, that after dinner i would prefer she smoke instead of lapping her saliva all over the carpet and her tiny paws for 10 minutes straight. she has never listened to me, so i took action. I sprayed all four paws down with that peppermint stuff. dogs hate that stuff. so she tried to lick them several times, and grunted and panted, and grunted and eventually just signed and gave up. i really think i heard a dog laugh when i came in dehydrated and nearly dead. ah, back to panama...this is a picture of me reasoning with a very very skinny cow. funny, they seem to be reasonable animals. the bike picture should hold your attention till the next time when i really explain what went down. i'm about to take my severely dehydrated self for a nap.
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