The Manastash Classic
If you like bird watching, then you might grab your binoculars and set out beside the road when avid cyclists "fly by" in one of their regional fun rides.
I googled the question, "Can Peacocks Fly?" and was assured that they do.
These two peacocks are the hubby (right) and his buddy Mike. They drove to Ellensburg, Washington and had a pleasurable day riding in what is called a " metric century."
The weather was perfect and the only pitfall was that Mike forgot his helmet. The local bike shop loaned him one and away they flew.
The route follows the Yakima River and parallels the North Cascade range.
With the sun shining and the open road calling, the boys pedaled their hearts out.
Then they hurried home and had just enough energy left for baked chicken, stuffing, gravy and red potoatos.
I googled the question, "Can Peacocks Fly?" and was assured that they do.
These two peacocks are the hubby (right) and his buddy Mike. They drove to Ellensburg, Washington and had a pleasurable day riding in what is called a " metric century."
The weather was perfect and the only pitfall was that Mike forgot his helmet. The local bike shop loaned him one and away they flew.
The route follows the Yakima River and parallels the North Cascade range.
With the sun shining and the open road calling, the boys pedaled their hearts out.
Then they hurried home and had just enough energy left for baked chicken, stuffing, gravy and red potoatos.
Comments
Men and Bikes.
Looks like a scenic tour!
The hubby looks to be in pretty good shape (round). Just kidding!! Anyone who can go on a ride like that leaves me for dead.
solid muscle!
We compliment each other --- he's a rock and I'm shakey puddin'
I'm afraid I'd look too much like the pig, though;)
2 days later the Peacock came up missing. The plethra of Labs that live at my house won't look me in the eye to this day.
I don't do bike riding very well. Let's see, after a 10 yr hiatus, I took up a bike in San Francisco. Using the loo afterwards caused much pain. (Good part - I used this in my novel.) Then, another five or six year break. My husband forced me on one on our honeymoon. I thought I was going to die. Small dirt road. I could hear a truck approaching. Do I turn into the trees and crash? Or hit the grill of the truck? Somehow, I survived. And I didn't crash.