A bicycle does get you there and more…. And there is always the thin edge of danger to keep you alert and comfortably apprehensive. Dogs become dogs again and snap at your raincoat; potholes become personal. And getting there is all the fun.
Bill Emerson, On Bicycling, Saturday Evening Post, 1967
Went for a nice ride yesterday. It was a beautiful day but time was not on my side. I was with my mother for her chemotherapy much of the day with supper afterwards. I decided to head out to one of the small towns near me. I rode out to River Corners. It is a crossroad with a few houses and not much else. I had read somewhere that there was a gold rush in the 1800’s and for a while it boomed.
Riding there was great. It was warm and the smells of Spring were everywhere. From the smell of turned dirt from the farms to Spring flowers. This is what I’ve been waiting for. The ride was perfect.
Unfortunately heading back from River Corners I was running out of time. I needed to be home by 6:15 to make my poker tournament. Then I got lost for a bit and added a mile or so to my ride. It was no big deal as I had the iPhone and was able to get back on track.
This is just the beginning.