This was the Sunday before last.  I was in the Euro-trash outfit, which translates to: ‘98 Team Italia jersey and iBanesto.com shorts.  Both items were bright blue.  At least you could see me, even in the sun.  Visibility is important.  Rode the Santa Fe Prison Loop, which was the first time for me.  I was speedometer-less for this ride, and it was oddly liberating.  I had no idea how fast I was going, how long I’d been out mashing the pedals, or exactly what time of day it was at any given moment.  I just counted my pedal strokes and listen to my body.  Might do a little more of that in the near future, seemed to get me focused in a new way on how my body responds to speed.

Maybe another picture later.