Or I guess, When Birds Fly…
The moons of Uranus must’ve aligned in Jupiter’s seventh house or something, because in an unprecedented event, the Au Lait saw two Mandevillans and no Covingtonians post this past Sunday.
Bird and YHC stumbled through the streets of downtown Covington, trying our best to remember the route despite the fact that this route has remained virtually unchanged for six years. A close analysis of Strava shows we were pretty damn close.
After clocking five miles, we met a fresh faced Tank who, as usual, regaled us with heroic stories over a good cup of coffee.
