Rolling Under Thunder, Here I'm Dry
Yup, I'm a fan of co-opting for blog post titles, even if I still have yet to read Mildred D. Taylor 's novel. Nearly as much, I'm also a fan of the line from a friend's father: "It's better to be lucky than good." I'm not making a case against ability and skill, but in reality, the person who gets good breaks often fares better than the one who works hard to good effect. Today I was lucky. My plan: ride to Greenfield because I like it up there, and getting there and coming back aren't half bad either. The forecast, for what that's worth these days, predicted rain, so I figured I'd ride my bike with one gear, but a couple of fenders as wet roads were a more likely challenge than hills on my ride up the Connecticut River Valley. More than half way to the summer solstice, it's light early, so before 8am, I was out the door to prep my bike and go, but out that door, I was greeted by sprinkles. I may not have great faith in meteorology'