This was a ride of avoidance, finding it easy to talk ourselves out of hills and any hard work. We even shaved off a few miles. Yeah, we didn't quite achieve Hanover. It was mentioned, albeit for only a moment, that there might be some friends that would come and pick us up from Delano. But Delano is where it started to get easier, if that was possible, because of the tailwind. We even talked ourselves out of Christmas Lake Hill and Purgatory Creek ravine.
Gorgeous blue skies, and you know, we were riding road bikes at the end of October, on dry smooth roads, with temps in the mid 40's. How could anyone complain about that?
It is getting a little scary. We were riding our matching bikes in our matching pink jerseys (I am man enough and hairy/furry enough to wear pink), and reminiscing about rides we'd done in years past.
Riding a bike is great, I'll never stop. Riding a bike with a good friend.... no words. 76/18.2
2 comments:
Yeap, riding a bike is just great. I think I'll keep riding and riding until this old body won't let me anymore.
I agree Tom, riding into old age is the only way to go.
Pink? What, no photo? Darn.
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