Apparently Matilda and her friends were discussing what their parents do while riding the bus home.
"What's your dad do," one of her curious friends asked.
"He's a freelancer," she said.
"What's that," they all wondered, no doubt thrilled with the mysterious adventures I surely find myself entangled in on a daily basis.
"I know," said her friend Judy, "a freelancer checks horses butts."
"Uh, no," Matilda replied. Though she could offer no further explanation.
Oddly enough, my job does involve horses butts. Generally a horse's butt is that which I do not give.
On a side note, I recorded my fastest ride today at 18.93 mph average speed. I was able to spend roughly 4 miles at 23 to 24 mph, without dipping below it. That's significant for me.
I honestly think I would have peaked the 19 mph plateau had I not had a dog incident and a near crash due to someone hopping out in front of me, causing me to skid with my back wheel jumping about like Beloki right before he met the pavement. I honestly do not remember anything about it, except that somehow I was unclipped and ready to slide while also working to avoid the collision. It didn't help that all I was thinking was this.
I went out wearing shorts, came home wearing sharts.
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