["Only 88 miles. What's with that, Gordie?"]
Well, there I was last night, pedalling at a steady clip, prepared to cover 26 miles (that would net me 101 miles total), with another WW2 history book in my hand, and Game 4 of the World Series on a small TV, when the phone rings...
Gord: Hello, Harrison residence. If you’re a telemarker I want you to go away and leave me alone ‘cause I’m...
Paul (my younger son): No, Dad, it’s me. Want to get together for a ‘Pepsi’? (That’s code for Monk’s Flemish sour ale).
Gord (conflicted, terribly conflicted): Sure. I can cool down and be ready in 20 minutes.
["I'll get back to work tonight"]
I cooled down, closed my book, showered and settled in for another type of evening. A ‘Pepsi’ sipping evening. So this week my work is cut out for me. Goal - 113 miles.
[Photos by GH]
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