It might just be state of mind or physical condition following a weekend of copious amounts of riding, but my thoughts are leading to fried. I have only made use of the fryer once so far, but I have fried food on the brain. The mental palate is covering everything from tempura battered veggies to corn dogs to sweet, sweet fritters. Is there anything hot oil can't do? One of these days I'm going to wise up, quit the bike racing foolishness and eat, just eat.
The weather forecasters got out the 64-sided dice again this week and did some "forecasting".
Take your pick of sources, there's a 62% chance they have no idea what they are talking about and an 85% chance they are full of it anyways.
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