This morning's ride is brief, six miles from home to take a picture of a sign. Because I favor the kinds of roads the poet assures us make all the difference, the roads less traveled by, and because I travel slowly, I have the time to note items of interest. Perhaps it is a bird on a branch or a snake lying in the sun. Or perhaps a stupid sign.
Signs like this one amuse me, a warning to expect no warnings. It's the kind of logic I recall Captain Kirk using to reign in malevolent machines run amok. We can be too logical, too cautious, too efficient at times. Perhaps our clever signs are here to remind us of our own stupidity.
12 miles today, for no good reason. And perhaps that's one of the best reasons to ride.
Keep 'em rolling,
Kent "Mountain Turtle" Peterson
Issaquah WA USA