Chop Chop Chop! 🪓
I remember my mother using the expression, “Chop, chop, chop!” to mean, Get going! when she wanted us to get something done.
I didn’t get to Chop, chop, chop during RAGBRAI last July. Mr. Pork Chop was always near the end of a day’s route; and invariably, I had just eaten and wan’t hungry.
If I get to do RAGBRAI again, I hope I can try Mr. Pork Chop. The cooked chops aren’t delivered; they’re cooked on-site only, so I can’t order any to eat at home.
Heat Advisory 🌡️
Mondays I usually take off from riding; but the next day I’ll need to chop-chop-chop and ride ahead of the heat. A cool rag helps; but all the same, I like to be home before any heat advisory go into effect.
We didn’t get heat quite like this when I was a kid. In particular, I don’t remember overrnight low temps of 80 degrees until I was at least 20 years old. Now, it’s quite the usual.
So it gets harder and harder to keep cool. If only I had a shady path to ride!
