FRIDAY 55
Blues skies and warm sun beckon along with the mountain roads.
We strap on the helmets, climb on the bike.
Thelma roars to life before settling into a satisfying growl.
The wind rushes past us as we speed along.
We lean into the curves as one
uniting with the landscape
rather than passing through it.
Blues skies and warm sun beckon along with the mountain roads.
We strap on the helmets, climb on the bike.
Thelma roars to life before settling into a satisfying growl.
The wind rushes past us as we speed along.
We lean into the curves as one
uniting with the landscape
rather than passing through it.
DA COUNT
Mr. Lime played hooky yesterday, which is most unusual for him. Normally, I can't convince him to take a sick day even when he really needs to. He has accumulated some absurd number of sick days. I wasn't sure what to make of it until he simply said, "Wanna go for a ride?" I certainly don't need to be asked twice so I jumped at the opportunity. We spent 3 hours on the bike (Thelma) on a glorious Spring day in the mountains. We rode way up north and when we stopped for lunch Mr. Lime asked if I had ever been that far. He had no idea I had spent many summer weekends there when I visited my grandparent's vacation place as a kid. So in addition to a nice long trip on scenic roads I enjoyed a contemplative trip down memory lane. There is a meditational quality to being on a bike. It clears your head of clutter so thoughts can clarify. There's no pressure for conversation since it can't really occur on a bike. I highly recommend it and making it my count.
Do you remember what I twitched for?
That's our new baby, a Kawasaki V 800. We took our first ride on Sunday afternoon, which was perfect bike weather, by the way. It was reallyreallyreallyreallyreallyreallyreallyreallyreallyreallyREALLY wonderful. 