The aroma of pre-treated raw sewage always takes me back to my pre-adolescent romantic yearnings.
Distance: 4.25 miles
Temperature: 76°
The morning is for families and disgruntled golfers. Packs of families on bicycles, baby-wagons in tow, maybe mom is pedaling with dad on a pair on in-line skates. Everyone wearing wide-brimmed floppy hats and reeking of sunscreen. Meanwhile, dudes by the river, trying to get a putt in wait, survey, wiggle their hips, look up, get this pissy look on their face and wait a little longer.
2002 Playlist
Spectral Mornings - Cornershop
Cry Me a River - Justin Timerblake
Heavy Metal Drummer - Wilco
Bring Me To Life - Evanescence
The Man Comes Around - Johnny Cash
Let's Go Again - Telepopmusik
Ug (178 bpm) - Mr. Scruff
Hot. Sweaty. Sunshower, mmmm. Dr. Bronner's. Sundried. We're all going to the pool!
2 comments:
I think I missed the attraction to sewage phase of my childhood.
The joys of suburbia. If my kids tried any of the risky crap we were up to, I would have them chained to their beds.
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