The devil. You know who you are. Who needs ya, anyway? Well occasionally you show up all red and sporting that huge trident and a throbbing spikey tail and, well, you know. You get the picture. The next day you show up as a mild-mannered, white-haired man with adjustments on the brain. It's harder to see you coming then, but you get me with the little things. That's how stuff sneaks by. So hats off to you Mr. Wolf-in-sheep's-clothing, Mr. SSSSSSilver-tongued tempter, Mr. Crossroads. Some days you manage to get what you want, and I don't even know I'm signing the cheque.
Ride in Temp 9'C Wind NW 10 ks
Ride home Temp 15'C Wind ESE 15 ks
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