Many years ago I would regularly ride out west of town on the weekends.  One of the small pleasures of the those roads was a return trip on Clayton Rd.  The road itself was not a pleasure but we had a habit of passing a Chili's restaurant around noon.  The smells emanating from the restaurant always smelled so good when you were tired, hungry and nearing the end of a long ride.
 
There is a distinct absence of restaurants along the way on our rides in Columbia and JeffCo.  However, this past Sunday I was treated to an olfactory orgy of smells.  The wind must have been blowing in the right direction.  I was first treated to the smell of baking pizza from Smugala's.  A little further down Lindbergh the smell of Chinese food blew my way.  My nose finished it's trip around the world with the wafting scents of Fresh Mex from Chevy's.  You can't complain about finishing a ride like that.

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