8 miles, over 1200 ft. of climbing and just as I got back to the house I gagged on a bunch of snot. Beautiful. Now I'm dazed and confused, sitting here with the smells of my wife's cooking, watching one of those retro Christmas claymation trippers, drinking a beer.
A friend of mine and I have been "almost" joking around about soft rock. If you're age appropriate, you remember this genre. The lyrics and the instrumentals are so cheesy they're authentic. I'm guilty of a little nostalgia with respect to listening and even enjoying some of these tracks. I think of the beach, summer time, soccer games, sitting in the back of a station wagon, my parents fighting. . . great memories. Kind of tugs at me.
Here's a classic.
Here's what I'm listening to now.
These guys usually make a playlist.