Day 1 – A Recap
Good morning, you/me here. How are we feeling? Legs ok? Still in the game? One would hope that after one day we’ll last just a bit longer than the one-minute-write.
As for that guy named Jacque he’s doing ok mostly.
Like always, it really did feel good getting on the bike. In addition, I consistently wonder why I don’t do it more. When on the bike, there’s literally a feeling of euphoria. The blood is flowing, the evil spirits can’t keep up with me and the wind noise keeps the voices in my head down.
Yet when not on the bike, those same evil spirits and voices attack me saying thinks like, “Your heiny hurts from that saddle. You don’t need to ride.” Or “Look outside dummy, it’s foggy and cold. Do you <i>really</i> want to ride today?”
The voices! The voices! They must be quelled! I shall mount my trusty stead and slay them.
Day 1. A 1.5 mile ride downtown to the Davenport for coffee. Get part way home then turn around for some beer and music at a tavern (10:30 isn’t too early for beer is it?). I distinctly recall last year when Stevens Street hill was easy. After some early morning beer and a winter of little riding, it was painful. I look forward to that and others being easy again.
Day 2 has a ride up the South Hill to my friends house on 33rd to play board games (and probably drink some beer) then down to 7th Ave to be Greg’s guinea pig for his new-found bicycle fitting skills (hopefully he’ll have beer) and installation of a cyclo-computer.
This whole 42-days of riding seems to have a certain theme. I’m not sure what it is but It’ll come to me sometime.
Till later,
Who Loves Ya?