First Signs of Spring

The arches of the Oldsmar Library vignette the atheletes pre-race routine in the 28th annual Armadillo Run

No butterflies in this saga, that would mean the Kingfish were running and water temps were up about a dime. But the waves cleanse the shore of what the wind leaves behind.

Northshore Honeymoon 3.13. Stan rips the top off cause he loves those easy open cans.

Note no waxey build up using todays pledge.

Todays pledge: "I pledge to shred."

On the only nice day in the week prior to the Ides of March, the armadillos came snooting out followed by old gehsers in their antique horseless carriages. None were adorned with rich Corinthian leather, and none featured low jack or GPS nav systems, however some came equiped with air-bags, even in the early 20's.

The only thing cooler than the cars were the dudes driving them with their waxed handlebar moustaches, daunting wrapped mufflers in the brisk morning air of the open road.
I'll lay ya odds some old gehser knows exactly when the critters come out in the spring and they named the race after that day. Coincidence, I submit not.