208, and Monday Ain't Great

Taken in 1984 at the big Coventry, RI. gravel banks, often called the Coventry "desert" by locals.
The reason it got a nickname like that is because it is pretty big for a gravel quarry around here.
I should drive out there soon with my trusty ol' digicam and snap a few pics of what it looks like these days.
That sounds quite interesting because I haven't been near the place since around the year 1991 or 1992, the last times we rode dirt bikes there, and I don't know how the area looks today.
By those times, it was already known that the people in high places didn't want you out there for whatever reason (they'd probably claim either fear of liability or that you were hurting the fragile environment by squashing some grains of sand), so we had to basically ride and hope we didn't get caught, which we did not. :)


Well, today doesn't feel like a terrible day, other than being a reminder that, unless you are living off some kind of free loot thrown your way (or, unless you're a crook like a politician or some kind of non-elected bureaucrat, where you'd be living off the loot of the taxpayers and collecting quite the whopper of a salary), you gotz ta' git off yo' ass an' git ta' work.

This is the first full week of the Christmas shopping season, and at my age, it seems like it's simply a time for retailers to try and sell, sell, sell.
Does that turn you on?

The weather for this week is supposed to be not so bad as far as temperatures go, and a bit of rain mid-week.
Forecast for the weekend seems average, so, let's hope for some riding weather.

Off to jerk,
-John