This Ain't France...

But it's just as beautiful to me.

Having been off the bike for a month or so, I've turned into a grumpy old coot, bitching and moaning about everything under the sun. I get like that when I'm out of the saddle for any length of time. So my first ride in many days was just what the doctor ordered. A nice jaunt through the rolling hills and farms of Anne Arundel County. Bay Country. The Tour de France has also infiltrated my life as it does every July and I find myself playing it out on these roads. My wife asks me when I'm going to get a haircut and, "What's up with the sideburns"? I reply, "I'm Eddy Merckx". She knows I'm a freak.

I ride past the black barn often...

And the white barn is just across the field...

Just a couple pedal strokes from the bay...

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I'm glad it ain't France. Go Floyd, Go!