Each year the local university holds a big bike race out here in the valley. Why, I don’t know. You’d think they could pick a nice, long, wide, straight road. But no, they find the hills and corners challenging. And they ought to, what with my bowling score.
I gave City Boy a call this morning while I was out for my walk. “Guess what I’m doing?” I asked him.
“Bowling! I’ve already got two strikes!”
“Leave the bicycles alone!”
City Boy is no fun sometimes.
I brought my camera along with me, thinking I may at least try for a few decent shots of the bowling pins as they rushed past me down the road. Wouldn’t you know I had a camera malfunction? My lens had a hard time focusing. I had to take some time to figure out what was wrong with it. Before long, I was distracted by all the other things that I found a great deal more interesting than silly boys in tight fitting spandex riding bowling pins down the road.
Where did this tree come from?
The neighbor just strung a new barbed wire fence.
Look at that fluffy cow scratching her butt with her horns!
Oh, wow! A slug!
Darling and I went ran into the city a little later. We passed by a group of pins on our way.
“You got your seat belt on, Darling?”
“Open your door, I think I can pick up a spare!”