This morning was a beautiful sunny morning in an almost constant overcast Northwest. The big yellow ball in the sky was a welcomed old friend. Not riding since last Saturday gave me a strong hankering to ride today.
Our oldest grandson had a basketball game this morning. Everyone piled into our 4Runner with Amber at the helm which allowed me to take the Beemer. As I was putting my gear on I noticed rust on the rotors - a telltale sign of stagnate steel. A bothersome discovery that put my lack of riding lately in perspective.
Our grandson's team hasn't won a game yet this season. It's not because of a lack of trying or not practicing hard, they've just been playing teams that are better. Nope, there's no rust on his team.
When I decided on the title of this quick post it made me wonder if there's actually someone with the name Rusty Rotors. I know, that's kind of a strange thought but believe it or not there was a guy at my junior high school named Russell Sprouts.
May your rotors not gather any rust. Go forth rust free.
God's speed.
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