Today, Jack and I had a date. (Jack is my bright red, Giant brand, mountain bike. He's great.)
You see, Daddy-dear just got me some brand-spankin'-new, Specialized bike shoes complete with Shimano-brand clips and pedals. I just HAD to try 'em out. ;) (Sidenote: They're pretty spiffy, and I love them!)
You know those times when you're running or biking along and you're just so hot? You're burning up. You're tired and thirsty, and running over hot, black, sticky asphalt does absolutely nothing to help. You think briefly about calling your mother to tell her you're dying of heat-stroke...
And then you hear it. The slow, steady chop of the ginormous rain-bird that sits on the end of a center-pivot. Suddenly, you can see it and the huge, black, watery, and delicious spot it's making on the road in front of you.
You buck up, make that your goal, and sprint with strength you didn't know you possessed to reach that beloved spot in record time. And you stand there. And stand there. Aaaand stand there in the glory of the river-water that is being hurled at you from above. And you love it. Don't try to tell me that you don't.
Yes, my friends. That is why you bike in Idaho. And if the sprinklers are on the wrong side of the road, ride on over! Odds are, you won't see a vehicle in the time you're riding. Refreshed, and with new-found courage, you continue on your way only to find that the path you chose to run/bike along is quite literally littered with other such places of joy and happiness created by those dear, thoughtful farmers who saw fit to position their wheel-lines and pivots to your best advantage. ;)
You spend at least a mile of your trip running through puddles and artificial rain. So much for heat-stroke! :]
Now if I could only find a solution for those dad-blasted dogs...
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