7/30/2024
I said it won’t be raining
But it was
Then, I say that it will rain
But, it doesn’t
So, I’ll forego forecasting,
Because —
My forecasts end up being worth almost nothing
The opposite always happens
There seems to be a definite pattern
Though correlation’s not causation
If “clear skies” is my prognostication
Instead of trails, I’d head for the tavern
If you head for the West Windsor Town Forest parking lot at the end of Coaching Lane at 5:45 this Tuesday, you may or may not find some folks to ride with.
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