I'm counting down the days until I attempt the Saddle Sore 1,000, and wondering how many hours it will take after I finish the motorcycle ride before I'll be able to feel my butt again.
Not that I go around feeling it, mind ya', but....well, you know what I'm talking about.
I'm not sure when I'll actually put this "regime" into action, but I've put it on my list of things to do, and that's saying a lot -- at least for me.
CLARIFICATION: I will not be jogging with a pistol in my pants just in case I run into some vicious creature that just so happens to look in my direction. I'll leave that to Rick Perry, star of "The Shooting of Wily Coyote."
I also haven't decided which route to take. I'm either going to ride toward San Antonio, down to Corpus Christi and over to Galveston -- where I'll stop and have a sandwich and Pina Colada at Captain Jack's tiki bar on the beach -- and then finish off the ride well before midnight.
Head down to San Antonio, out to Marfa and then on to El Paso -- where I could spend a night in an old friend's garage (because my snoring would just be too much for sleeping inside with polite company who let me crash for the night), and then head out the next morning to Ft. Worth, giving me 1,500 miles in less than two days -- making me the happy recipient of a Burns Burner 1,500 certificate. If I make it.
Anyways, that's a lot of decisions to make, but I WILL make them.