Double

I ran with the girls after school, albeit very slowly. I've had to slow them down a bit because I've busted them up. Hopefully that will pay off down the road, but for now, I'd best be careful.

Once home, I didn't feel like getting out for anything else. After all, every night this week has been full. Still, how many perfect riding nights do we have left? There was no choice - I had to go.

I had in mind to ride around town, but sure enough, once the wheels hit the road I turned south. Down the cut and onto the highway, I decided it was the perfect night to stay on 37 all the way to KFC in Mitchell. There was no wind to speak of and traffic wasn't too heavy. It was something different.

It was amazingly easy to keep speed going south, thought it is a net uphill affair. KFC came all too quickly, and it was a quick turn for home.

Again, there was no trouble on the way back. The average for the trip was over 22 mph, which is pretty fast for me. I've never made a segment out of the whole thing, but I should. It might be interesting to see how this one compared. I bet I would be KOM! ;)

Lord of the Segments Pt. 12

The pair looked for a place to sit. As they turned, their feet clung to the tacky tile-covered floor. Remnants of the sap-flavored drinks were half-dried, and the residual fluids took on the consistency of soft glue. They rounded a corner and saw most seats were already filled with the most interesting people. There were older people, alone, unkempt, staring wistfully out dark windows. There were young parents, single mothers mostly, with offspring of the wildest origins. Screams and cries and tantrums split the air, but it didn’t really bother Jimmy and Randwise. They finally made their way to a small table with not too much trash left behind by a previous customer and not to filthy to sit at.

The wait for food was long. Finally, Randwise went up to check on the food, and after standing for another ten minutes caught the attention of unmotivated soldier. Getting him to stop, Randwise asked about the food. The soldier cast his eyes a few feet away, and gave a look that said, “Are you really going to make me walk over there?” With a heavy sigh he shuffled over, picked up the taters, and walked back. Placing them on the tray, he impatiently pushed it towards Randwise.

Randwise wasn’t quite sure what he’d done to irritate the soldier, but it didn’t matter now. He had exotic treasure in his hands, and he didn’t want to waste a moment getting it back to Jimmy. He weaved carefully through the wild children, who were by now running and screaming through every open space in the inn. There tattoo-laden mothers were bereft of any acknowledgement of their children; it was almost as if they had come to have others watch their children for them.

Once back, Randwise and Jimmy quickly unwrapped their delicacies. Their excitement turned to disappointment as the first few bites of food began to return unexpected taste information to their tongues. The pictures had looked so delicious; the food did not come close to matching. It was edible (barely), but it wasn’t the thrill they’d hoped.

Soon the meal moved on to the piece de resistance – the Frosty. It did not disappoint, in fact, it was a slice of pure heaven. As they took their first bites, their eyes locked – they were sharing a moment, the very first time their tongues touched something so exquisite. At least in this respect the pictures lived up to the expectations. In the end, both had their faces shoved into their cups, one hand on a spoon frantically scooping for one last spoonful of this epicurean delight.