NHRA? No. Tour de France? Hardly. But today reminded me of the old radio commercial that advertised race day w/ a big "SUNDAY" followed by the sound of loud engines and squealing tires. I think I smelled some burning rubber as flat out sprinting and "show me what you've got" was the order of the day for some of us with big hearts and small brains. Trouble is, we're all stronger now so there is little relative difference between us as compared to almost two months ago.
We're down to the last four days and little more than 300 miles to go... Little Falls, Albany, Brattleboro, VT and Boston await our arrival.
Time to slow down and smell the roses...or honeysuckle...whatever. The end of the adventure is right around the corner. Fair winds and sunny skies. Jim
ReplyDeleteSeriously, I can't believe I am not there!
ReplyDeleteTestosterone...what an evil drug!
ReplyDeleteCan you believe that 300 miles sounds like a SHORT distance!
Hope that the last few days are a blast!!!