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Posts tagged cycling
Jul
9
Cycling 2012 - mile 800
Jun
27
Cycling 2012 Mile 700
Bamboo and wild flowers.
Jun
18
2012 Cycling - Mile 600
Jun
1
2012 cycling - mile 500 - Milestone - literally - on the side of the road in the rushes. I was going to go down Pennsville-Auburn Road but lately there’s been a lot of bad ….. mojo on that road, and while I have a scientific mind, I just wanted to let the moribund vibe get washed away with the rain.
So down King’s Highway I went - it was beautiful going but the return was so windy that it was like walking back.
May
25
2012 Cycling Mile 400 - Chez Moi The grape house and bluebird nest box made from wine crates currently occupied by wrens.
Dec
25
Mile 700 - Christmas Day 2011
Aug
6
Mile 300(s)
Usually this is 25-80 horses, but today it is the gladiators and gladiatrixes for tonight’s rodeo. It’s quite the spectacle, as PETA protests outside and Members Only clad dee-vor-says watch the pageantry of the opening parade inside. (I am repeating myself) They were a little put off by me photographing them (unlike the horses would have been) mainly because I’m part of that species that will shortly be shoving them, jumping on them, chasing them, antagonizing their babies (which are the kittens of meat) only to end up over some hot charcoal. Okay that last part I’m imagining.
GLADIATOR MARKED FOR BATTLE My second stop was to see just why the hell my grapes aren’t ripening. it’s because they are ripening, just not ready……… these Pinot Grigio (or so I’m told) are still eentsy, and the folks at Auburn Road Winery said whites get harvested around the end of summer which it ain’t, yet.
My Grapes - Through the roof of the little house they grow on - white seedless (supposedly)
GLADIATOR MARKED FOR BATTLE My second stop was to see just why the hell my grapes aren’t ripening. it’s because they are ripening, just not ready……… these Pinot Grigio (or so I’m told) are still eentsy, and the folks at Auburn Road Winery said whites get harvested around the end of summer which it ain’t, yet.
My Grapes - Through the roof of the little house they grow on - white seedless (supposedly)






