Sunday noise

cray, i think i made my post disappear. the original was a rant about Sunday morning noise from the neighbor's gas weed trimmer. well, the ire is gone. nonetheless, if he has a 'Right' to use his trimmer, then it seems reasonable that i have a 'Right' to have quiet, right? whose right is greater? how do Quiet Sundays sound? can you tell me that the quality of life would lessen with a Quiet Sunday rule?

haven't ridden the last couple days due to several things, much of which relate to crazy schedules and a spate of laziness on my part. this p.m. will just have to be different. i've yet to actually mount the Brooks b-17N that i recieved a week ago, given that really i haven't ridden the Litespeed much. that will have to change today.

i'm going to attach a pic of my Casey co. ride from a month ago, as i finally downloaded the pics. this one is of a nice creek found at the base of what became a tough little .35 climb with what i think was a 10%+ section at the top. it's the first pic i've played with on Blogger, so I'll have to se how it goes, teknoligy you know. well, the pic ended up Left aligned instead of Center. we'll have to play with that. great pic though, right. reminds me of one of those English countryside movies with the fields and the girls in long dresses and the moors and the wildflowers. i've heard from English folks that, in fact, nobody really lives much out in the country. we in the US have a tradition of living on the 5 acre 'farm' and commuting into the city. well, in England all the countryside is owned by gentry landholders and so everybody lives in town on in city.

don't know, but this pic does proper justice for a nice day in Casey Co. certainly different from all the city commuting i've been doing this fall.