Amber and I did a 26 mile ride last Saturday. But guess what? I don't have a single scrap of evidence. It is all locked up tight inside my camera. I seem to have misplaced the cord for my little camera. I have looked high and low. I am beginning to fear that Molly at it like she ate the cakes this morning. Two yummy, gooey, chocolaty, melt in your mouth cakes gone to the dogs. Literally.
I will continue to search for the cord. I need proof that I did that stinking ride. Especially since I have already signed up for another.
Don't bother calling the men in the little white coats. I have them on speed dial.
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