There’s a special glory to life when your entire world is jack’focused on cycling and everything else comes second.  Come to think of it, that defines a rule {or it should} and you gotta live by the rules.

The peloton I run with is a tough mo’Fo hard-ass crowd and you gotta take the flak with the jack when it comes to your annual mileage tally.  That being said, I will run with anything necessary to deflect the constant barage of grief by offering a story to pave the way to my salvation in the justification of my cityride miles.  Today’s cityride(s) took me 12 miles through the local environs and included a stop at Bev’Mo where I found a treasure.

In general you gotta love Pinot Noir and when the bottle comes with a bicycling love-label how can you resist the additional temptation.

And besides, in my youth I knew the man himself; Gypsy Boots.  Up in his utopian regard for reality he was way out on the fringe, but no one could resist loving him because everyone wants to live in the pure existence of love and its disciples are cherished; in some respects, isn’t that why you ride with this peloton?.

Gypsy Boots at Bev-Mo: $29.00

Go buy a bottle.

Merry Christmas y’ALL!

Muy Vino Animaux!