“Yesterday, any way you made it was just fine.” These are the first words you hear Karen Dalton sing on “In My Own Time,” and in 2020, I made it with a little help from my record friends. This was one of them.
Music is like a jangly set of keys to a secret door. I don’t care how tightly guarded your thought fortress is, or what secrets you think you’re hiding in that head of yours, as the Village People told us, you can’t stop it.
Every year since the first ride report, I’ve debated about whether I needed to do another race report on my Dirty Kanza. Fortunately, every year is different, and every year it still catches me off-guard.