The AlienCyclist has returned, and considers leaving his helmet off to be aerodynamic like the Avatar posted earlier...
But then decides to keep his 'lid' on, as being hit by a transport truck once in a lifetime without a helmet was enough...
Everything is at least doubled today... two sets of booties, two tights, FOUR jerseys...
This land is grey and cold these days... 1 Celsius. The horses which used to graze around the corner are spending more time inside... sorry: no pics of them today, Jessica & Randy... If anything, could use some of those Christmas cookies for warmth and energy!
... but the Mother Ship has just called, and says that they are cultivating Da Grouse out West... Go West, young AlienCyclist! Go West!Cheers,
FrigidGrouse