Now, if I was training, I would not miss a ride. I was ready to ride on Sunday, but events kept getting in the way. I’m sure I remember being single, in my own little apartment, with a bike leaning up against the sofa. I remember riding everywhere, even to work through the snow, yet damned if the intervening decades haven’t added a few hurdles.
I did make a fancy dinner, but the real issue was worrying about this and that.
Luckily, I got in a few hours in the gym yesterday. I could have gone riding today, but I’m definitely not training, so I rode down to the local bike shop instead and chatted for a while. Here’s a shout out to Bob Flint, the mechanic who humored me by while gradually cleaning and restoring a cruiser on the workstand. Sooner or later, I’ll ask him if I can take a few photos. Till then, you’ll just have to enjoy to stuffed steak pictures, above.
What a pleasure reading those lively posts, seeing the photos and coming along on your trip preparations.