MrSteve
Zen MBB Master
We were tramping about our yard yesterday, planning where to plant our plants that need planting this Fall.
I must have looked like I would rather be riding, because my girlfriend said,
"go on, go for a ride!"
How did she know?
It was a cloudless, calm and clear day.
68 degrees F. and climbing.
Rain and clouds were in the forecast for today, Sunday, my favourite day to ride my bike.
(Sure enough, the roads are damp under leaden clouds.)
Answer: she knows me well....
It was a mostly perfect day:
when I was warmed up after a few miles, a bicyclist crossed in front of me,
going my way, at a 'T' intersection.
He was out of his seat, climbing the short steep hill.
I followed at a slower than usual pace, as it was obvious that he was not racing me.
I caught up to him even quicker than I thought I would and had to actually
stop pedaling... even had to brake a bit.
Ah, he was enjoying the Fall foliage.
The suburban/country road we were sharing is sheltered by old-growth trees.
Beautiful.
At the end of the road, the bicyclist turned right at the stop sign, continuing
to follow my planned route.
Only, he blew through the stop sign; I signalled my intention to turn right,
stopped, looked both ways, listened and only then went off in pursuit after
'my' bicyclist.
He'd sped up, of course.
I hammered after him. Of course.
I caught up (of course) at the end of a long climb, carrying enough speed
to blow by the bicyclist... but as I was passing, he asked me about my bike!
So I geared down and we traded pleasantries while we finished climbing the hill.
I'd dawdled long enough -this is totally against my nature, dawdling on my bike-
so, saying our goodbys, we parted.
At a rest stop I use when I ride on my 18-degree seat (I have not learned how to
rehydrate while riding that low!) I was answering questions about my recumbent
from an interested pedestrian.
The guy was friendly and had actually ran across the giant parking lot to talk!
After three minutes or so, the bicyclist I'd caught-and-released twice pedaled by....
I'd lost him in my rearview mirror almost the instant we had parted company.
He was slow....
I was fast....
Before the Sun set yesterday, I did manage to plant a flat of young plants.
Gardening is a slow sort of pleasure and was just that much more
fun for me after an afternoon of zipping around on the road!
-Steve
I must have looked like I would rather be riding, because my girlfriend said,
"go on, go for a ride!"
How did she know?
It was a cloudless, calm and clear day.
68 degrees F. and climbing.
Rain and clouds were in the forecast for today, Sunday, my favourite day to ride my bike.
(Sure enough, the roads are damp under leaden clouds.)
Answer: she knows me well....
It was a mostly perfect day:
when I was warmed up after a few miles, a bicyclist crossed in front of me,
going my way, at a 'T' intersection.
He was out of his seat, climbing the short steep hill.
I followed at a slower than usual pace, as it was obvious that he was not racing me.
I caught up to him even quicker than I thought I would and had to actually
stop pedaling... even had to brake a bit.
Ah, he was enjoying the Fall foliage.
The suburban/country road we were sharing is sheltered by old-growth trees.
Beautiful.
At the end of the road, the bicyclist turned right at the stop sign, continuing
to follow my planned route.
Only, he blew through the stop sign; I signalled my intention to turn right,
stopped, looked both ways, listened and only then went off in pursuit after
'my' bicyclist.
He'd sped up, of course.
I hammered after him. Of course.
I caught up (of course) at the end of a long climb, carrying enough speed
to blow by the bicyclist... but as I was passing, he asked me about my bike!
So I geared down and we traded pleasantries while we finished climbing the hill.
I'd dawdled long enough -this is totally against my nature, dawdling on my bike-
so, saying our goodbys, we parted.
At a rest stop I use when I ride on my 18-degree seat (I have not learned how to
rehydrate while riding that low!) I was answering questions about my recumbent
from an interested pedestrian.
The guy was friendly and had actually ran across the giant parking lot to talk!
After three minutes or so, the bicyclist I'd caught-and-released twice pedaled by....
I'd lost him in my rearview mirror almost the instant we had parted company.
He was slow....
I was fast....
Before the Sun set yesterday, I did manage to plant a flat of young plants.
Gardening is a slow sort of pleasure and was just that much more
fun for me after an afternoon of zipping around on the road!
-Steve
