Today, in Mongo's nape of the neck, it was 75 degrees and sunny...and I didn't ride. Instead, I stayed indoors, taking care of "bidness" on the computer. You know how it goes. One minute you sit down to check your e-mail, and then three hours later you're watching the "alleged" Chelsea Handler sex tape... It happens to all of us!
The day was not all for naught, because Mongo managed to get in a couple of runs at dusk on the Alva. It was cool, quiet, and peaceful...which I would have appreciated more had I not been lost in the rock and time signature of "Lateralus" on the mp3. Mongo got his "Fibonacci" on!