A pity more of us don’t do that. Keeping your nose to the grindstone only grinds your nose.

I’m not saying what he did was right. I would at least have taken a beeper in case of prison riots (surpressed violently in South Carolina), natural disaster, or an uprising of the Klan.

But otherwise, I can identify. He got down to the basics. Monogamy isn’t for everybody. God won’t strike you dead. And, usually, a shot of Patron, and a little salsa, doesn’t hurt.

I hope he learns from this that humans are human and gods are myths and to style yourself as one is but hubris.

While he is at it, I hope he tries marijuana. It is past time that this insane war against being happy comes to an end.

As for the state, they have a perfectly good nose-to-the-grindstone lieutenant governor, another Republican, who will represent the moneyed interests of the state quite well.

And they have the slowest, most screwed up web site I have encountered. Lt. Governor Andre Bauer (wonder if he is related to Jack) put out a statement but only the first line of each paragraph is visible and only after an unacceptably long wait. Thus you get

“Summer begins later this month, however as all of you know the summer weather we ”

and then you go on to the next graph.

And what the hell does summer weather have to do with jumping ship and screwing your mistress?

Maybe we should have just said “Who cares?” in 1860.

First, he had to get away from his kids on Father’s Day to “do some writing.”

Then, he was hiking.

Finally, and I’m surprised that Keefer didn’t break this story with his BBQ connections, it came out that he was actually in Argentina looking for hot sauce.

I AM thinking of switching to late afternoon or evening riding because of the heat…I just wish I were sweating out fat rather than water, I could be skinny in a week.

My heart rate is never a concern. The heat is just environment. My water intake is determined by the water fountains at both ends of the trail.

I ride a recumbent at a reasonable pace – 9 to 10 miles an hour or so.

My legs get between 12 and 20 miles a day of spinning.

And I can smell the flowers.

Since my head also is in a normal position, I see the sights. I never look at my front wheel or the road directly in front. I am always looking around.

You have now discovered my secret weapon. Summer means I sweat a bit more. But there is virtually no impact on my riding.

I have to learn to use sun screen, but I can do that.

I did 18 miles today. It was no more stress than any other day.

I don’t need high-tech sweat-wicking clothes or packets of high-energy stimulants.

I just need to ride two hours a day.

I also need to start lifting heavy metal. Riding doesn’t do a lot for upper body strength.

For the BBQ, try Shane’s in Royal Palm Beach. 11051 Southern Blvd. Open 11-9 every day.

I can’t mock you for lack of miles.

First, I had all kinds of prep work to do before my brother-in-law came down to do some repair work (including a new bathroom for Norris).

Then we were in New Mexico for a week-long vacation.

B-in-law started some minor repairs to siding that was replaced a couple of years ago and found that termites had been chewing on the new stuff. He’s ripping off half the back of the house and figuring that he can now buy a yacht instead of a boat.

As far as Matt’s observations, I concur. Hot weather will bump my heart rate a good 10 to 15 bpm and, worse, keep it from recoving when I stop.

If you had brought back a slab of ribs for me, I would have gladly given you 250 of my miles.

Rode this morning: 40 miles @ 18.6 mph. Summer is here. My heart rate was 15 to 20 beats above where it was two months ago at the same level of effort. I drained two bottles and 32 ounces of coffee just to keep hydrated. Even rolling out at 7:30 am, it’s nearly too hot to ride.

Cheers,
Matt