You ever have one of those weeks that feels like a decade? Here we are on April 22, yet April 15 happened sometime in the late nineties. I’m sixty years old now, I think, longing to sit in a rocking chair out on a temperate porch and drink sweet tea.
Folks, it’s hot out. Here in New York it’s been approximately one million degrees every day this week, which means we’re firmly in Fun Vehicle weather. I, personally, have been out motorcycling every day this week, simply because it feels like a lost opportunity if I don’t. Yesterday, out of sheer boredom, I decided…