Ain't no Cure ...

for the Summertime Blues.

The old fun meter's needle has been spending a lot of time on zero lately, and combined with this thick summer heat and an upcoming missed racing opportunity, it's starting to get me down. This weekend I'll be up in Jackson, MS for my niece's wedding, which is all nice and everything, but the whole time I'm there I'll know that there are two races going on just an hour east on I-20. I had been harboring some slim hope that I could work out some way to get to one or the other of the races, but today I had to admit defeat. Oh well, it was a thought... Perhaps I'll be able to sneak out for a few hours Saturday morning.

So it was a very small group this morning up on the levee. The change in sunrise is becoming more and more apparent lately and as usual so it my reluctance to get out of bed in the dark. Anyway, we had a nice steady ride this morning with everyone taking long pulls at moderate speeds. Those are the kinds of rides that make my mind wander. They also tend to make my crotch hurt from sitting on the saddle so much. I guess I shouldn't be surprised that there's a connection between my crotch and my mind. It's certainly been suggested before, albeit under different circumstances.

This morning I saw a copy of a presentation by the City's "Office of Recovery Management" on the recovery plan. I was a little disappointed to find, on the very first page, that they had gotten the spelling of both Carrollton Avenue and Oretha Haley Blvd. wrong (in more than one place) - a general from the Battle of New Orleans and a famous local civil rights activist. Maybe there should have been a special section on "education" in that presentation. I guess that's what you get when you bring in someone from California who, as far as I can tell, doesn't even unpack his bags when he's in town. At least the guy does ride a bike occasionally.