Being possessed of a considerable apathy and lethargy today, I didn’t even bother loading up the truck to drive down the hill. I decided to stick around the condo, opting to ride down the steep side of Scudder Hill, burning up a month's worth of brake pad in a few short minutes. After proceeding through Halcottsville, I made my way up Route 36 and then, foregoing a longer ride up Vega Valley, opted to ride up the backside of Scudder Hill directly. In spite of the beautiful weather, with clear blue skies, temps in the mid 50s, and virtually no wind, I could still not get some serious motivation to do a longer ride. Not having Joey around makes it a lot more difficult to get motivated, this also being my fourth consecutive day of cycling. Nonetheless, the ride was satisfying such as it was, and I have to say, I did enjoy it. It’s just a bit daunting, however, to have that blasted climb hanging over a ride until the very end.