Today’s Comeback Collections

Hi folks, I only came back today for one reason: To show off my latest photos of collections.

HA! That’s not true!

Well, it IS true in that I do plan to show off some pictures in my typically narcissistic Gregblood fashion, but that’s not the ONLY reason I’ve come back for a fourth consecutive day. I also wanted to say something about yesterday’s post. Here it is:

That post was pathetic. This morning I looked back at it objectively, and it sounded like the voice of a whiny, woe-is-me-I’ve-got-nobody-to-talk-to-and-I’ve-worn-out-my-welcome, little crybaby. Worst of all, it sounded like I was fishing for compliments.

Please allow me to set the record straight. I’m really not that way. I’m really not even all that much of a social person at all, even when there is no Covid. I do have friends though, and as I said, we maintain some contact from either a safe distance or via text message. But none of them are bike riders. You Cycle-365ers are my bicycling friends and I appreciate all of the supportive messages to that pathetic post. And I very much appreciate that Scott said I don’t have to pay any more than the $50 per month everybody else has to pay, even though I am a more excessive contributor.

Unfortunately for you, you get what you ask for. Here are today’s pictures and stories of Collections.

A collection of driftwood logs on the shore of Spring Lake. It was a chilly morning and you can see the lake is beginning to ice over. If the ice isn’t visible, you can see it better in the title photo above.

Maybe I was dehydrated. I have no other explanation for why my tongue got in the way of what I wanted to say.

Here is a collection of . . . damn, I don’t know what those 4-foot tall mini-houses are. However, I have heard MY Town has a robust population of elves, fairies, gnomes, and pixies.

A collection of prohibited activities. They seem to have forgotten to ban Monster Trucks from crushing parking lots full of cars.

A collection of WARNING SIGNS. Nowhere else in MY Town are there so many cautions and warnings and security notices on a single gate. I felt lucky to have taken this picture without a team of Government agents coming to wrestle me to the ground. (I was a wrestler in my younger days, so they would have been in for the struggle of their lives.)

I rode up the trail from river level and I came across some evidence that the mysterious woman who has been shedding clothing all over the Cycle-365 world has returned to MY Town.

Hard to believe she would take off her glasses and hang them on a fence. I had high hopes that I’d be able to catch up to her and I knew she’d be easy to identify. She’d be the gal with her eyes squinted in effort to not step in a pothole.

I got to see a collection of big rocks. The dump truck had just dumped this load on the road.

Speaking of dumping loads, I should warn you that the next picture might be offensive to some people. If you are sensitive to graphic images of dumped loads, please discontinue reading this post.

Just to the right of my back tire is a collection of horse droppings. I think the fellow in the distance might be the culprit who dumped that load.

One last thing in regard to my Covid infected neighbors. They are great people and they are the only neighbors we have much interaction with. They wear their masks in public places and endorse all Covid protocols. Unfortunately, against everything they believe in, they had their daughter and boyfriend over for Thanksgiving.

Nobody knows if Steve got the virus from his co-worker and passed it on to everybody else in the house, or if the daughter and boyfriend brought it over from Milwaukee. It doesn’t really matter, they all got it, and they are now the 3rd, 4th, 5th, and 6th people I know who got it.

Last night, the Feeshko and I dropped off dinner on their front porch. I don’t know if they cared much for the food, but Steve’s wife texted that she’s been craving carbonation and thanked us most emphatically for the Sierra Mist.

I’ve got to go now. I’m getting that imaginary scratchy throat feeling again.

Hi. My name is Greg and I ride my bike a lot. That is to say, I ride my bike almost every day. I go on long rides and short rides. Sunny rides, cloudy rides, and rainy rides. I like commuting, errand-running, day-tripping, overnighting, and touring on my bike. I ride on city streets, highways, gravel, single track, and snow with equal enthusiasm. Sometimes I ride fast and sometimes I ride slow. I try to keep my feet on the pedals at stop lights and I do not dismount when I hop up on a curb. I have a roadie bike, a mountain bike and a touring bike. I try to accept any challenge a bike ride can throw at me without complaint. But I don't like bugs.

8 response to "Today’s Comeback Collections"

  1. By: Bill Stone Posted: December 4, 2020

    Ah, the mystery woman again! With no glasses, she’ll never be able to find all the clothes and shoes she’s shed.

    PS: Sorry about your neighbors. The virus is running rampant hereabouts. Most of the SF Bay Area announced full lockdown today. Sonoma County expected to follow suit soon. Stay safe and healthy.

    • By: gregblood Posted: December 5, 2020

      She’s been losing articles of clothing quite a bit here in my town lately. I don’t know if she’s carelessly dropping them or purposely discarding them, but this is not a good time of the year to be without warm clothes. Maybe at some point I’ll find a whole COLLECTION of her clothing. I’ll keep you all posted.

  2. By: BobinVT Posted: December 5, 2020

    I have to say, even though I’ve not been participating in this group all that long, I also feel like this is now my group of bicycle friends. And one of the things friends do is support each other. So, consider yourself supported!
    An interesting and unique group of collections today. It would inspire me to get out today, if it weren’t for the fact that we’re in the middle of a nor’easter, with predictions that it may turn into a bomb cyclone.

    • By: gregblood Posted: December 5, 2020

      Nor’easters and bomb cyclones sound exciting and scary at the same time. Good luck to all you folks in New England.

    • By: gregblood Posted: December 5, 2020

      Thanks for remembering that I’m a Tough Guy, Suzanne.

  3. By: NancyG Posted: December 6, 2020

    I wonder what those little houses are too. Hmmmm Rich should get on the internet and help us figure this out. Shoeless, glassless, some clothingless damsel may be in distress somewhere. And I know how you tough guys Iike to help damsels, so keep a sharp eye out for a shivering lass.

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