Friday, Nov. 20

So I rode by this field of flowered crops and it got me to thinking about adaptations and natural selection, wondering who could possibly be pollinating flowers in late Nov. 
  Regarding evolution, adaptation, and natural selection I began to wonder how humans fit into this picture,  particularly the ones that had the room next to me in last night's flea-bag motel.  I won't bore you with the details, but it kept me busy for a long while.  Before I knew it I had ridden 70 miles to Chipley, Fl.
  But, it turns out the whole thing was based on false evidence.  It wasn't a field of white flowers at all, it was a cotton field, ready for harvesting.  Never seen anything like it.
That's it for now... cold thumbs are pushing two buttons for every one I try for...