This morning's errand delivered us to Errandonnee Central Office (aka Swings Coffee) for libations and celebrations. Epic tales of errant quests were retold around the java, as young errandonneers were forcibly restrained in blue snuggies lest they embark prematurely on perilous errandonnees. With but five days left to complete our quests, Errandonners carefully crafted weekend centuries thus to complete a cacophony of cares.
Raise, therefore, a cup of jo,
Salute those valiant few
Who venture forth
Through spit and sleet and illegal U turning cabbies
Down forbidden river walks
To buy bolt or book or broccoli
Who hath motivation to venture out on frigid (57 degree) winter day
Set forth with haste to CVS to buy dental floss
And Cyclists in England now a-bed
Shall think themselves accursed they were not here,
And hold their bicycles cheap whiles any speaks
That cycled with us upon an Errandonnee
We few, we happy few, we band of Errandonneers.