I wouldn't either, but I have to ask, what is with the socks with sandals? I hope the socks are at least white!
Except like this weekend, when I led Mrs. Whisk and the cubs (ok, this time the cubs led me on a round-trip overnight from Minneapolis to Hudson, WI and back. A metric century, more or less, each way.
Yesterday was great but we had wicked headwinds and 89 degrees for the way home this afternoon.
I need a beer.
Cheers!