Not to worry loyal Slow Bleed readers, the usual blog entries will resume next week. Until then, you are stuck with senseless ramblings of my vacation experiences.
Another experience I was able to enjoy during my remote vacation was an experience the gas station attendant referred to as the “breakfast of champions.”
I was up early for a motorcycle ride through the Smokey Mountains when at one point I realized I missed breakfast and was a bit hungry. Not seeing a restaurant in site I pulled into a gas station.
Skipping the eggs that were in jars (I am not that daring even though they did come in four different “flavors”) I took the lead of someone in front of me in line. (more…)
