Thursday, August 23, 2012

Uphill Climb...With Sheep*

Like a border collie who can't help dashing after every sheep he sees to collect it into the bunch, I've now stopped, turned and found that I have more (sound, photos, material) than I know what to do with. Sticking with the sheepdog simile for a moment, I've now got a big old pile of wool that I've got to sit down and spin into blog entries. Or a nice, warm scarf.

Once I've sifted through it all, I'll take you to penny farthing races in Belgium, a chat with a charming Brit with a fabulous sense of style whose knowledge of vintage bikes and cycling history could fill a wing at the Smithsonian and some encounters (friendly) with cyclists on the street right here at home.

For now, I'll take the easy way out for now, tossing out just a few pics from my recent morning rides.

Wednesday morning

Thursday morning

*No sheep were harmed in the making of this blog.