Something new, something blue

So... some of you get bored reading my entries over and over, eh?


Well, surprise! A new entry.

I went to Holyland Cuisine for lunch today. I was hoping and hopping for something extraordinary, or at least extra extra ordinary. What I got was sticker shock! Warning to the enterer of this fine establishment: have 8-14 bucks on hand.

I ended up having the special of the day, vegetarian platter. Many of you know I don't condone the eating of pigs in any form. I would occassionally turn a blind eye towards pepporoni, but even that has been blacklisted by my palette. Anyways, the platter ended up costing a smidge over $6, took about five minutes to prepare and ended up being healthy(tinsy) portions of 3 falafel patties, a salad that was mostly tomatoes, hummus and a chopped up homemade pita. My favourite part was the olive oil used in the hummus. Rich and oily... hmmm... my description of oil could use some work... oily... hmmm... rich and coaty?

Well, all the contents of my to-go styrofoam tray formed container disappeared in about four minutes. I will probably have to save my next journey there for a special occassion when I feel like eating out and dropping some dimes. Don't get me wrong, the food was good. But for the price and the amount, this will have to be a rare visitation destination at best. Big city prices in a little city metropolis, not sure how long they will be able to survive. But they do have Biryani rice dishes like I hoped Lincoln would some day have. Too bad I never got a chance to get Sara's review of it. (Yes, I know I mentioned another's name. I'm such a rule breaker but in this case I made an exception.)

http://greatplainsfoodie.blogspot.com/2008/06/location.html

from positivecycling.com

Unoddly enough, T-64 was all tanks and Road Steel was all bikes...

R.I.P... literally pieces

You laughing at me?

So, my rides have odd names.

I googled Soft Carl and this is what I got.

Gazing upon my reflection

It comes to mind that I should clarify my statements from the recent past.

To me, the elusive century seemed like a mark I might fail to achieve. A bridge too far, if you will.

I made a mental pedestal of what was beyond my abilities. Well, I got to it and then went a little further... so there went my goal. I was expecting excruciating pain, weakness, trembling and a near-death experience. I was expecting to barely make it, to eek it out, to push myself to some unknown limit.

In hindsight, I should have done the rides without water, food or waited until the middle of the day.

But instead, I planned it out, took my time, stayed in a comfort zone and achieved the goals with relative ease.

My butt, however, says I went too far.

New goal, find a way to numb the butt on long rides.. anyone got some long lasting local anethetics?