Hope vs. Mother Nature…the First Inning


I stand at the plate, confident that I will get a hit. She looks at me with silent brooding eyes and glances at the score board; MN 6087, NP .02… I too look towards that vast set of numbers in the sky but as always, Hope springs eternal. Thank goodness That small Virtue was at the bottom of Pandora’s Box.


Mother Nature  stares me down,


winds up and let’s loose a curveball not seen in the past 100 years. I’m sure at first I will get beaned in the head then see the arc of the ball curving towards the center of the plate and the sphere speeding up ??? How does She do that ???

Too late to make any form of contact I swing wildly and fall flat on my face in the dirt. An iridescent, translucent catcher laughs and lobs the ball back to her and we begin again…

Strike One…

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Buns of Steel


As some of you know I have taken up residence in an artists colony where I have a studio for my caligraphy and watercolors. Attached is a yoga studio frequented by slim, fit, young, hot beauties who routinely tilt their noses high whenever I walk by.

As I have started training again for yet another ride I casually wondered if I might gain anything from attending . I shyly approached one of the instructors and asked about a class only to learn that there was indeed a program for me…”Regenerative Yoga”…

Well, that sounded good…”Regeneration”…

That evening I peeked in on the class and to my surprise discovered the astounding results!



I decided to pass and renewed my membership at the YMCA…

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Day 17 Going to El Paso

Today we rode to Texas through miles of pecan orchards.


At one time New Mexico was the second largest producer of pecans in the US after Georgia. Recent East Coast hurricanes have destroyed much of the Georgia orchards making New Mexico number one. Please read this article for fascinating details.


Tiday was a short ride of 50 miles. The White Rabbit got his first yellow jersey of the trip. When he arrived the feisty , head female route leader snidely spit out “ What did you do? Knock all the others off?”

She received back a Cheshire Grin. Best way to deal with her…



Tomorrow begins the Texas chipseal roads… 95 miles to Sierra Blanca.

No more story today… nap time for a tired bunny who pushed the pace.