Monday, Monday, Bah-da bah-da-da-da
The words sung so poetically in 1966 by the Mamas & the Papas reconfigured to announce the Monday Night Drafter Ride delay of season:
Bah-da bah-da-da-daBah-da bah-da-da-daBah-da bah-da-da-daMonday, Monday, so good to meMonday mornin´, it was all I hoped it would beOh Monday mornin´, Monday mornin´ couldn´t guaranteeThat Monday evenin´ you’d still be here drafting with meMonday, Monday, can´t trust that dayMonday, Monday, sometimes it just turns out that wayOh Monday mornin´ you gave me no warnin´ of what was to beOh Monday, Monday, how could you turn so blustery?Every other day, every other dayEvery other day of the week is fine, yeahBut whenever Monday comes, but whenever Monday comesA-you can find me cycling´ all of the timeMonday, Monday, so good to meMonday mornin´, it was all I hoped it would beBut Monday mornin´, Monday mornin´ couldn´t guaranteeThat Monday evenin´ you’d still be here drafting with me |
Circa the Mamas & Papas is my trusty rusty Spin bike, equipped to see me through another indoor workout while positioned perfectly to appreciate (?) the 8" of snow that fell up north on Sat.
Budding Drafter (circa 2017) was not deterred by the set back in cycling weather. Her first bike, gratis of Tobacco City Cousin, provides versatility for indoor and outdoor terrain with a wide rear tread that conquers carpet and concrete. Notice the Nuk to keep bugs out at high speeds, patent pending, and the extra chamois to prevent chaffing. Obviously, a cycling prodigy.

Let's regroup (can you re-group if you haven't grouped?) next Monday, April 9.Draft responsibly (and with a Nuk prn),BrickO