Sometimes we complain about the weekend crowds on the BDB, but as I experienced this past Saturday, solitude can be found there if your timing is right. In this case, the time was 12:20 on a July Saturday afternoon. I think the only other time I had the bridge to myself, even for a moment, was some drizzly February night. Granted, it was hot out, but not that hot for seasoned Arkansawyers.
The coming week promises to be a repeat of the heat wave that Diane and I dodged by heading to Colorado on vacation a few weeks ago. Get those Polar bottles in the freezer and grab the wife-beater style sleeveless jerseys. You can't be much of a rider in Arkansas if you don't embrace a little asphalt-melting heat.
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Its because everyone else in the world was holed up in front of their air conditioners...as they should've been.
Random side note: Great to see you today!
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