Thanks to Greg and Russ for joining me on a ride to Freeport today. We actually delayed the start by an hour so the sun could work some magic on the still slick roads this morning. We were still a bit apprehensive when we left but it was all for not. The roads were quite nice, especially once we crossed the town line into Cumberland. (Less sand on the sides of the roads.)
It was a nice reminder of past rides and of rides to come. I think we were all glad we decided to take advantage of a warm, sunny Saturday in mid-January to experience the joys of a bike ride with friends.
~Dana
3 comments:
A Good Time Was Had by All
What is this called biking? Why is a bike ride as good for the soul, as it is for the body?
January 12 and back on the road bike, outdoors. Last road ride was on December 3: last year., last month, last eternity. Is there no greater pleasure than riding on a dry, relatively clear road surface, with snow packs in every field and woods you pass? The air is bracing, the wind has an artic tinge, but your on the bike and you’ve ataved off winter for two to three hours. You savor every moment. You been incarcerated for the last 45 days, and you are granted a 3 hour furlough. When it’s done, you’ll clean the bike, surrender it the federales and serve out the rest of your sentence. The Judge decided that your biking pleasure was unlawful and sentenced you to: “Four Months to a Maine County facility, take away his bikes, ankle bracelet him, and let winter torture him.”
I glance out my window, and note that the Jailer is back; it’s blowing stink outdoors, another northeaster, and freedom, and a ride to Freedom, is months away.
Russ
A Good Time Was Had by All
What is this called biking? Why is a bike ride as good for the soul, as it is for the body?
January 12 and back on the road bike, outdoors. Last road ride was on December 3: last year., last month, last eternity. Is there no greater pleasure than riding on a dry, relatively clear road surface, with snow packs in every field and woods you pass? The air is bracing, the wind has an artic tinge, but your on the bike and you’ve staved off winter for two to three hours. You savor every moment. You been incarcerated for the last 45 days, and you are granted a 3 hour furlough. When it’s done, you’ll clean the bike, surrender it the federales and serve out the rest of your sentence. The Judge decided that your biking pleasure was unlawful and sentenced you to: “Four Months to a Maine County facility, take away his bikes, ankle bracelet him, and let winter torture him.”
I glance out my window, and note that the Jailer is back; it’s blowing stink outdoors, another northeaster, and freedom, and a ride to Freedom, is months away.
Russ
Argh, sorry I couldn't make it. To my credit, though, I was able to get out on Sunday morning for a too-short 13-mile ride. I enjoyed being out, but my body was really angry with me after having settled into its eating and drinking routine over the holidays. I learned that as much as I hate the idea, I really have to break out the trainer and ride indoors...
Bill S
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