Interlude

Right. I'll just jump in the car and head home! By Tuesday evening some of the soreness from the weekend's activities had subsided enough that I thought I should get out and do some cleaning up. I got my work clothes on and reconnected the side porch bib sleeve and got the garden hose hooked up. I hosed off my mud-caked bike shoes that had been slowly rotting on the porch and got them drying by the fire. I pulled the bike out of the barn and did a proper cleaning and lube on that. Then I tucked in to the inside of the Subaru. After Mudslinger, the nice off-white upholstery looked like it had fallen victim to some Spring Break mud wrestling. Sadly, it wasn't "Girls Gone Wild" so much as "Jonathan started to die from hypothermia and was losing muscle control" that left all the mud streaks on the seats, doors and ceiling. I hadn't planned the getting out of muddy kit part of Sunday very well. Aside from ruining the upholstery in the car, I may be t