Tuna Sandwich, Fire on Mt. Lemmon, and flying hubcaps

So you go for a ride, a long ride, and you decide to pass your house half way through the ride causing you to think about food. So 2 more hours pass, you run out of food, you dont want to buy a snickers, so you create for yourself, when you return, a masterpiece:
That, my friends, is a Tuna Sandwich. Capitol T, capitol S, period. You got your tuna, your salt, peper, gobs of dijon mustard, avocado slices, green peppers, and onions all beautifully "sandwiched" (hence the name, not because of the earl of sandwich) between two peices of soft, high-fructose corn syrup free, wheat bread. Did you feel yourself get unusually hungry at around 3pm today? Thats because that is about the time that this sandwich was born into this world, attended a brief photo shoot, and was then placed immediatly into my belly.

Meanwhile, back at the guesthouse where i currently sit writing to you, there is a fire ablaze on Mt. Lemmon! Its a 4-5 acre fire just off the highway, apparently someone did not heed the warning so clearly and properly noted by smokey the bear today as "moderate". So fingers crossed, we get to climb tomorrow with some of the Kenda boys.

Annnnd another of my wonderful wheelcovers flew off again, that makes one side of my car fully "capped" and one side of my car fully ghetto. I saw a matrix hubcap while riding today, i might go get it.

Have yourself a merry little thursday. Tuna Sandwich.