I was riding a quiet country lane yesterday morning, and - trying being a good careful rider, was keeping an eye far up the road. I saw a white plastic bag in a ditch and thought " Better be careful, if a breeze kicks up, that could scare my.......

bike."

I haven't owned a horse in 30 years. (ouch.) Maybe I was time-traveling a little since I had just passed a horse rescue. But it had me smiling at myself all the way home. (And blessings to Comanche in horse-heaven, I hope you remember me kindly.)