Drumroaster is the name of our local coffee shop. It is a family business that has been around for some time, evolving from another local one call Serious Coffee. The shop roasts its coffee on site, and apparently uses a 1958 "Probat UG22" drum roaster. But roasting equipment  is not at the heart of today's story. Rather it's the fact that Drumroaster is about 6 km from our house. Like the "Mailbox", which is 270 meters from our house, it's a major goal, for times when sickness or injury cancels our usual 60-100 km range.

Well today I cycled to Drumroaster, and I rather think that if I can do 6 km, I can do 60. 

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A whole pile of tests are scheduled for the coming weeks. Depending on the results, our cycling career could be over, or the Grampies might ride again.  Just from a logistics point of view, we failed to "reposition", and so our bikes are in the wrong place for a Spring trip. And we also canceled Costa Rica, which was going to happen at the end of November. But based on having travelled all the way to Drumroaster (and back!), I have begin to burble about Yucatan in January.  It's way too early to say.

Now could be the time to put this blog to sleep, with perhaps sporadic posts for any important test results.  But I still want to post  on September 17, which is the anniversary, "Yahrzeit", of losing Joni.  Until then...