The voices in my head may not be real, but they have some good ideas!

 Today, The Voices are telling me it's a day to get out and get on the bike.  The Voices on the Weather sites are telling me to be damn careful.  12 mph winds gust 27 and temp 71f do not bode well for an easy day at the park.  Heading West will be real fun though with that gusty tail wind.

For the Imperially Impaired, it's damn fast gusts.  20 kph/44 k gusts.  Temps at 21C are quite pleasant.

Bah.  Get off the chair and do something other than a caffeine and carbo load, right?  Lead, Follow, or Get Out Of The Way, right?  That's what you tell yourself, right?

Ok, into the Big Black Iron Box and go ridey up to the park.  Just going to leave this bit of "humor" here for you to, ahem, enjoy!




 A guy in a fancy restaurant starts throwing up

The waiter comes running to the table, asking what's wrong, but the customer, still gasping for air, just points at the large soup bowl on the table, and waves his hand as to say that it's spoiled.

Having just brought the soup out fresh from the kitchen, the waiter is convinced there's nothing wrong with the soup, so he takes a clean spoon, and confidently tastes a spoonful, but immediately he starts throwing up.

Hearing the commotion, the chef comes running from the kitchen, asking what's wrong, but the waiter, still gasping for air, just points at the large soup bowl on the table, and waves his hand as to say that it's spoiled.

Having just made the soup out of fresh, high quality ingredients, the chef is convinced there's nothing wrong with the soup, so he takes a clean spoon, and confidently tastes a spoonful, but immediately he starts throwing up.

At this point, the customer has finally caught his breath, and says:

"I'm sorry! I tried to tell you, I threw up in the soup!"