Riding up Ellsworth the other day I found a little, well, I guess he wasn't that little by snake standards, fella feeling a little left out in the cold on the side of the road. Knowing what it was like myself to recieve the cold shoulder once in awhile I determined I could not leave this poor guy all alone in a cruel cold world. It would be cold blooded indeed. Of course, a person in bicycle clothes is not necessarily dressed to be a snake handler, still I kept my cool. While my friend chilled out I searched the bushes for a long stick to help our friend cool his heals in a safer place. Having found a stick I gently prodded it under my friend hoping he wouldn't lose his cool and freak out. Fortunately he was out cold and I threw him into the bushes to sleep it off.
I guess Snakes just don't do so hot when it is 45 degrees out despite what Midnight Oil said about the western desert (or perhaps they meant celsius). For that matter, without a wind vest and full finger gloves, neither do I. The weather man said low 50's. Apparently his definition of low fifties and my thermometer's definition differ. Anyway, it was a chilly morning. Aside from the snake it was actually a very smooth and steady ride around the foothills of Usery Mtn. I opted not to climb up to McDowell today since time was short. It was a good ride albeit a little underdressed.
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