“Blue-sky morning! Rain-free riding! George, what are you waiting for? Get going, man —now! Ride like the wind! Ride like the wind for Texas!”

But Bike Guy, I’m not ready. I still need to write that post about breakfast in Memphis. And the one about Oxford, Mississippi — and my ride through Faulkner Country and those changes I saw at Ole Miss. And then that thing that happened last night on Bourbon Street. Plus, you know, I was kind of having fun here…

“Little Sportster-rider, do I need to remind you about Tennessee? Does ‘three days and three nights of pouring rain’ spark any memories at all? Have you completely forgotten that you’re now running two weeks behind schedule — and next month you have that plane to catch in Portland?…”

OK, OK — I’m going. I’ll write those posts later. But I’m not going to ride like the wind. I’m going to ride safely and humbly, just like Someone I know once told me to.